WHEN you awoke in the night and asked for water, Drank, and gave me the glass, and to sleep returned, Little you knew, O Christendom's fairest daughter! On whose errand I ran, whose smile I earned. Wakeful long had I lain while round about me Whistled the winds of the world with all their wrongs; Cold were the skies within and the skies without me Cold, and my brain sighed over its dying songs. Flat was the earth, and westward was Ireland with burning Homes and America farther with burning men, And out to the east were marching hosts returning From a dream of peace to smite each other again. Through twisted ends of the world, in Korean cities, Serpents of Tyranny coiled with poisonous breaths, And hard at home with the snow over frozen Pities Spun loud and louder the dance of fantastical Deaths. And over the plain I looked on my Mother riding, Christendom, mighty and lovely, with naked blade, Nation from nation and heart from heart dividing, Mocking with bitter words at her sons afraid. High she rode, and beyond her, stripped of possession, Sages and heroes and prophets, a line of flame Beating the world, and all who made her their profession, As Freedom, as Peace, or in any defeated name. But Ipoor wretch!sought vainly around for shelter, Some hole to creep in,too weak to ride with the strong, Doomed to be trampled and lost in the bloody welter, Fleeing her wrathful eyes and her mouth of song. Then waking, you asked for water; with tender laughter I rose and served your need, and then couched again Expecting the storm; and lo of a sudden thereafter Were darkness and freedom, peace and an end to pain. Slumber was there, and Love, and an end to thinking; Only I saw, remote and far in the night, Our mother Christendom pausing from war and drinking A cup of water,and sleep came down on the sight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PLEASURE MIXED WITH PAIN by THOMAS WYATT ON A PIECE OF TAPESTRY by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE MORAL FABLES: THE WOLF AND THE WETHER by AESOP THE VOICE OF THE SEA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE LAURELS ARE FELLED by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE AGNOSTIC TO MYSTIC by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |