IF I am not a fool in prophecy And destitute of wisdom utterly, Justice by this dream reveals her purpose. Justice comes, with victory For the good cause, hunting the evil down, Very soon, my child: Yea, I am well assur'd; Breathing a spirit of joy from the tale of a dream. The lord of Greece, thy father, Hath not forgotten. Nor hath that brazen two-edg'd axe forgotten Through all the waste of years, Which slew him shamefully Yea, with the clash of many swords, the noise Of many trampling feet, forth from the lair Vengeance, brazen-footed Fury, ambush'd Now in darkness, cometh soon To the light -- Sin tainted the bridal bed Of the twain that slew. Therefore my soul knows well, Sure is the presage of evil, the sign of the doom; It cannot, may not fail us. They needs must suffer, Or else there is no truth in mortal dreaming, And vain is prophecy, Unless this dream comes true. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WOMEN AND ROSES by ROBERT BROWNING THE MOWER TO THE GLOW-WORMS by ANDREW MARVELL DEFIANT OF DEATH by EVA K. ANGLESBURG A FRESHET by ANTIPHILUS OF BYZANTIUM A GARDEN SPOT by PRINGLE BARRET THE LASS O' BALLOCHMYLE by ROBERT BURNS SONNET by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |