FOR action born, existing to be tried, Powers manifold we have that intervene To stir the heart that would too closely screen Her peace from images to pain allied. What wonder if at midnight, by the side Of Sanguinetto, or broad Thrasymene, The clang of arms is heard, and phantoms glide, Unhappy ghosts in troops by moonlight seen; And singly thine, O vanquished Chief! whose corse, Unburied, lay hid under heaps of slain: But who is He? -- the Conqueror. Would he force His way to Rome? Ah, no, -- round hill and plain Wandering, he haunts, at fancy's strong command, This spot -- his shadowy death-cup in his hand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TOWARD THE GULF; DEDICATED TO THEODORE ROOSEVELT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IN HOSPITAL: 2. WAITING by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY RESOLUTION AND INDEPENDENCE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH PASSED BY by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE LILY-POOL AND THE COW by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |