What is the word of the wind? The word of the wind is @3War!@1— All of the olden horror! Moloch and Mars and Thor, These supreme and sole, with Peace but a trampled thing, Rapine and lust and famine, and blood for the wine of the King! Tears may gather and fall through all of the stricken lands; The kine may brood in the stall, the harvest rot where it stands; The cup may be brimmed with gall, with the sweat of suffering For others—and yet, and yet, there must be wine for the King! What of the awful cost? What of the price to pay? What of the loved and lost upon many a sanguine day? What of the bells that toll?—Hark, how the echoes ring!— Naught, for there must be wine—red, red wine for the King! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DARKEST HOUR; OXFORD, 1917 by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE YOUTH OF NATURE: WORDSWORTH'S COUNTRY by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE WHITE ISLAND, OR PLACE OF THE BLEST by ROBERT HERRICK ELAINE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE REASON by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) A TRIBUTE TO WILL ROGERS AND WILEY POST by ROSETTA THORSON BEACHLER |