OVER the Dead is a Syrian sky, And a light wind blows from the Vale of Baidar; But what care they as they mutely lie, -- Column and captain, steed and rider? Tulips and poppies can never bloom Dear to their slumber as English daisies; Nor the nightingale's warble in bowery gloom Atone for the skylark's rapturous mazes. Ghostly cities and nameless graves; -- This is the sum of the battle's story! And the wind of Baidar the brown grass waves, And sighs above them, "Alas for Glory!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COMET AT YELL'HAM by THOMAS HARDY AN HORATIAN ODE UPON CROMWELL'S RETURN FROM IRELAND by ANDREW MARVELL WORKING GIRLS by CARL SANDBURG ADLESTROP by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS THE GRAVE OF SHELLEY by OSCAR WILDE IN BATTLE by ABUL HASAN OF BADAJOZ STANZAS TO HELEN M-- M-- by BERNARD BARTON WIND IN THE WILLOWS by VERNE TAYLOR BENEDICT SHADOWS ON THE WALL by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK |