How art thou conquered, tamed in all the pride Of savage beauty still! How brought, O panther of the splendid hide, To know thy master's will! No more thou sittest on thy tawny hills In indolent repose; Or pourest the crystal of a thousand rills Down from thy house of snows. But where the wild oats wrapped thy knees in gold, The plowman drives his share; And where, through canyons deep, thy streams are rolled, The miner's arm is bare. And order, justice, social law shall curb Thy untamed energies; And art and science, with their dreams superb, Replace thine ancient ease. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEAD IN THE SIERRAS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 14 by ALFRED TENNYSON TOLEDO CAPTURED BY THE FRANKS by AL-ASSAL RENEWAL by GLADYS NAOMI ARNOLD PSALM 104, SELECTION by RICHARD BLACKMORE THE GUEST by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR |