Where wilt thou go, my harassed heart What thought, what scene invites thee now? What spot, or near or far apart, Has rest for thee, my weary brow WHY ask to know what date, what clime? There dwelt our own humanity, Power-worshippers from earliest time, Feet-kissers of triumphant crime, Crushers of helpless misery, Crushing down Justice, honouring wrong, If that be feeble, this be strong. Shedders of blood, shedders of tears, Fell creatures avid of distress; Yet mocking heaven with senseless prayers For mercy on the merciless. It was the autumn of the year When grain grows yellow in the ear; Day after day, from noon to noon, That August's sun blazed bright as June. But we with unregarding eyes Saw panting earth and glowing skies. No hand the reaper's sickle held, Nor bound the bright sheaves in the field . | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE EMIGRATION TO AMERICA AND PEOPLING WESTERN COUNTRY by PHILIP FRENEAU OUR SOLDIERS' SANTIAGO SONG by DAVID GRAHAM ADEE FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 12 by THOMAS CAMPION OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 15. TROCHAIC VERSE: THE ELEVENTH EPIGRAM by THOMAS CAMPION SONG TO HER AGAIN, SHE BURNING IN FEVER by THOMAS CAREW IMPROMPTU ON READING THE CHAPTER ON POLYGAMY by WILLIAM COWPER SUNSETS by FLORENCE BOYCE DAVIS |