And all is well, tho' faith and form Be sunder'd in the night of fear; Well roars the storm to those that hear A deeper voice across the storm, Proclaiming social truth shall spread, And justice, even tho' thrice again The red fool-fury of the Seine Should pile her barricades with dead. But ill for him that wears a crown, And him, the lazar, in his rags! They tremble, the sustaining crags; The spires of ice are toppled down, And molten up, and roar in flood; The fortress crashes from on high, The brute earth lightens to the sky, And the great AEon sinks in blood, And compass'd by the fires of hell; While thou, dear spirit, happy star, O'erlook'st the tumult from afar, And smilest, knowing all is well. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOREFATHERS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 12 by OMAR KHAYYAM GARDEN DAYS: 2. NEST EGGS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THREE SONNETS WRITTEN IN MID-CHANNEL: 3 by ALFRED AUSTIN TWELVE SONNETS: 3. THE VALLEY ROSES by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |