Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AT LAST, by GEORGE E. BOWEN First Line: Gaze through the opal mist across the main Last Line: Spain's castles crumble into desert sands. Subject(s): Freedom; Honor; Mist; Spain; War; Liberty | ||||||||
GAZE through the opal mist across the main On ancient walls that rear their grandeur high Unto the kiss of a Castilian sky. Golden the glory of that storied Spain, Heavy with conquest and its dazzling gain; Valiant the pride that only dared to die For honor's sake never to question why; Mighty her prowess, its resistance vain. Gaze yet again through sulph'rous mist and fire, Another Spain yields up her helpless wrecks Of stubborn pride to Freedom's last desire. No tyrant heel again shall tread their decks, And as they moulder on surrendered strands Spain's castles crumble into desert sands. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE THE WILD SWAN by ROBINSON JEFFERS AFTER TENNYSON by AMBROSE BIERCE QUARTET IN F MAJOR by WILLIAM MEREDITH CROSS THAT LINE by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE EMANCIPATION by ELIZABETH ALEXANDER |
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