One told me he had heard it whispered: "Lo! The hour has come when Europe, desperate With sudden war and terrible swift hate, Rocks like a reed beneath the mighty blow. Therefore shall we, in this her time of woe, Profit and prosper, since her ships of state Go down in darkness. Kind, thrice kind is Fate, Leaving our land secure, our grain to grow!" America! They blaspheme and they lie Who say these are the voices of your sons! In this foul night, when nations sink and die, No thought is here save for the fallen ones Who, underneath the ruin of old thrones, Suffer and bleed, and tell the world good-by! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WEIGHING THE BABY by ETHEL LYNN BEERS THE LITTLE BLACK BOY, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE HYMN TO ADVERSITY by THOMAS GRAY MORAL ESSAYS: EPISTLE 2. TO A LADY: OF THE CHARACTERS OF WOMEN by ALEXANDER POPE WINTER: MY SECRET by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI IN LAMPLIGHT by MARTIN DONISTHORPE ARMSTRONG |