THOU who canst stop this slaughter if thou wilt, Lo, how with death we freight the unwilling sea! Lift up thy voice to end this infamy: Hands may be blood-stained that no blood have spilt. Into a people's heart, yea to the hilt, Is plunged the sword of thy Neutrality. Though each wave bring some golden argosy, Each on our souls heaps a new load of guilt. Curses for us commingle with the tears Of anguished mothers. Man, hast thou no ears? Upon these harbors falls a streak of red From Europe's carnage. In the long night-tide Canst thou not see them marching side by side, The mute accusing army of the dead? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NEW EZEKIEL by EMMA LAZARUS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: LUCINDA MATLOCK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS OUR LADY'S LULLABY by RICHARD ROWLANDS NEW PRINCE, NEW POMP by ROBERT SOUTHWELL PAN'S PIPING by ALCAEUS OF MESSENE MARY MAGDALEN by BARTOLOME LEONARDO DE ARGENSOLA CUPID IN AMBUSH by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE DEDICATIONS AND INSCRIPTIONS: 7. FAREWELL TO WHITE-NIGHTS by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |