ERECT in death thou standest gaunt and bare, Thy limbs uplifted to the wintry sky, To supplicate its pity, or defy The threat of wrath with towering despair. Around thee, like a wizard's widening snare, Lithe shadows in a web fantastic lie, Spun of the moon, in midnight sorcery, Down gazing with a madman's vacant stare. What reads she in thy ruin? Lives the past Recorded in the present? Lingers here The legend of a glory overcast, The song of birds long silent, and the stir Of leaves forever scattered to the blast, Yet echoed in eternal dreams to her? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON BRODSKY'S COLLECTED by MICHAEL S. HARPER SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOHN WASSON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SONG OF SAUL BEFORE HIS LAST BATTLE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON MONADNOC by RALPH WALDO EMERSON TO THE REPUBLIC by JAMES GALVIN MY BIRD by EMILY CHUBBUCK JUDSON |