Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE DEFENSE OF THE ALAMO [MARCH 6, 1835], by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Santa ana [anna] came storming, as a storm might come Last Line: When duty fronts death in his alamo. Alternate Author Name(s): Miller, Joaquin Subject(s): Alamo; Bowie, James (1796-1836); Crockett, Davy (1786-1836); Patriotism; Santa Anna, Antonio Lopez De (1794-1876); Texas Revolution (1835-1836); Travis, William Barret (1809-1836) | ||||||||
SANTA ANA came storming, as a storm might come; There was rumble of cannon; there was rattle of blade; There was cavalry, infantry, bugle and drum -- Full seven thousand in pomp and parade. The chivalry, flower of Mexico; And a gaunt two hundred in the Alamo! And thirty lay sick, and some were shot through; For the siege had been bitter, and bloody, and long. "Surrender, or die!" -- "Men, what will you do?" And Travis, great Travis, drew sword, quick and strong; Drew a line at his feet.... "Will you come? Will you go? I die with my wounded, in the Alamo." The Bowie gasped, "Lead me over that line!" Then Crockett, one hand to the sick, one hand to his gun, Crossed with him; then never a word or a sign Till all, sick or well, all, all save but one, One man. Then a woman stepped, praying, and slow Across; to die at her post in the Alamo. Then that one coward fled, in the night, in that night When all men silently prayed and thought Of home; of to-morrow; of God and the right, Till dawn; and with dawn came Travis's cannon-shot, In answer to insolent Mexico, From the old bell-tower of the Alamo. Then came Santa Ana; a crescent of flame! Then the red escalade; then the fight hand to hand; Such an unequal fight as never had name Since the Persian hordes butchered that doomed Spartan band. All day -- all day and all night; and the morning? so slow, Through the battle smoke mantling the Alamo. Now silence! Such silence! Two thousand lay dead In a crescent outside! And within? Not a breath Save the gasp of a woman, with gory gashed head, All alone, all alone there, waiting for death; And she but a nurse. Yet when shall we know Another like this of the Alamo? Shout "Victory, victory, victory ho!" I say 't is not always to the hosts that win! I say that the victory, high or low, Is given the hero who grapples with sin, Or legion or single; just asking to know When duty fronts death in his Alamo. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CALIFORNIA CHRISTMAS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER ALASKA by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER BY THE PACIFIC OCEAN by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER BYRON by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER COLUMBUS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER CROSSING THE PLAINS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER CUBA LIBRA [APRIL, 1896] by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER DEAD IN THE SIERRAS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER EXODUS FOR OREGON by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER FOR [OR TO] THOSE WHO FAIL by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER |
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