Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MOUNT HOPE, by WILLIAM AUGUSTUS CROFFUT First Line: I stroll through verdant fields to-day Last Line: O, that this blossom had a tongue to tell its woe! Alternate Author Name(s): Croffut, W. A. Subject(s): Mount Hope, Rhode Island; Philip, King (native American Chief); Metacomet; King Philip's War (1675-76) | ||||||||
I STROLL through verdant fields to-day, Through waving woods and pastures sweet, To the red warrior's ancient seat Where liquid voices of the bay Babble in tropic tongues around its rocky feet. I put my lips to Philip's spring; I sit in Philip's granite chair; And thence I climb up, stair by stair, And stand where once the savage king Stood and with eye of hawk cleft the blue round of air. On Narragansett's sunny breast This necklace of fair islands shone, And Philip, muttering, "All my own!" Looked north and south and east and west, And waved his sceptre from this alabaster throne. His beacon on Pocasset hill, Lighting the hero's path to fame Whene'er the crafty Pequot came, Blazed as the windows of you mill Now blaze at set of sun with day's expiring flame. Always, at midnight, from a cloud, An eagle swoops, and hovering nigh This peak, utters one piercing cry Of wrath and anguish, long and loud, And plunges once again into the silent sky! The Wampanoags, long since dead, Who to these islands used to cling, Spake of this shrieking midnight thing With bated breath, and, shuddering, said, "'T is angry Philip's voice, -- the spectre of the king!" All things are changed. Here Bristol sleeps And dreams within her emerald tent; Yonder are picnic tables bent Beneath their burden; up the steeps The martial strains arise and songs of merriment. I pluck an aster on the crest; It is a child of one, I know, Plucked here two hundred years ago, And worn upon the slave-queen's breast, -- O, that this blossom had a tongue to tell its woe! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LIVING MEMORY by WILLIAM AUGUSTUS CROFFUT SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 26 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 39 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ZION, OR THE CITY OF GOD by JOHN NEWTON THE WANDERING JEW by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |
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