Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A MONUMENT FOR SCUTARI, AFTER THE CRIMEAN WAR, SEPT. 1855, by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The cypresses of scutari Last Line: But from the spirit's slavery. Alternate Author Name(s): Houghton, 1st Baron; Houghton, Lord Subject(s): Crimean War (1853-1856); Nightingale, Florence (1820-1910); Scutari (lake), Europe | ||||||||
"THE cypresses of Scutari In stern magnificence look down On the bright lake and stream of sea And glittering theatre of town; Above the throng of rich kiosks, Above the towers in triple tire, Above the domes of loftiest mosques, Those pinnacles of death aspire." Thus, years ago, in grave descant, The trave'ller sang those ancient trees That Eastern grace delights to plant In reverence of man's obsequies; But time has shed a golden haze Of memory round the cypress glooms, And gladly he reviews the days He wandered 'mid those alien tombs. Now other passion rules the soul; And Scutari's familiar name Arouses thoughts beyond controul, A tangled web of pride and shame; No more shall that fair word recall The Moslem and his Asian rest, But the dear brothers of us all Rent from their mother's bleeding breast. Calmly our warriors moulder there, Uncoffined, in the sandy soil, Once festered in the sultry glare, Or wasted in the wintry toil. No verdure on those graves is seen, No shade obstructs the garish day; The tender dews to keep them green Are wept, alas! too far away; Are wept in homes their smiles shall bless No more, beyond the welte'ring deep, In cottages now fatherless On English mead or Highland steep, In palaces by common grief Made level with the meanest room, -- One agony, and one relief -- The conscience of a glorious doom! For there, too, is Thermopylae; -- As on the dank AEgean shore, By this bright portal of the sea Stood the Devoted as of yore; When Greece herself was merged in night, The Spartan held his honour's meed -- And shall no pharos shed the light To future time of Britain's deed? Masters of Form! -- if such be now -- On sense and powers of Art intent, To match this mount of sorrow's brow Devise your seemliest monument: One that will symbolize the cause For which this might of manhood fell, Obedience to their country's laws, And duty to God's truth as well. Let, too, the old Miltonic Muse, That trumpeted "the scattered bones Of saints on Alpine mountains," use Reveille of forgotten tones; Let some one, worthy to be priest Of this high altar of renown, Write in the tongues of West and East Who bore this cross, who wore this crown. Write that, as Britain's peaceful sons Luxurious rich, well-tended poor, Fronted the foeman's steel and guns, As each would guard his household door; So, in those ghastly halls of pain Where thousand hero-sufferers lay, Some smiled in thought to fight again, And most unmurmu'ring passed away. Write that, when pride of human skill Fell prostrate with the weight of care, And men prayed out for some strong will, Some reason 'mid the wild despair, The loving heart of woman rose To guide the hand and clear the eye, Gave hope amid the sternest woes, And saved what man had left to die. Write every name -- lowlier the birth, Loftier the death! -- and trust that when On this regenerated earth Rise races of ennobled men, They will remember -- these were they Who strove to make the nations free, Not only from the sword's brute sway, But from the spirit's slavery. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FROM THE IONIAN ISLANDS by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES GOOD NIGHT AND GOOD MORNING by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES LONDON CHURCHES by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES SHADOWS: 2 by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES SWITZERLAND AND ITALY by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES THE BROOKSIDE by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES THE GREEK AT CONSTANTINOPLE by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES A CHILD'S SONG by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES A CHRISTMAS STORY by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES A DREAM IN A GONDOLA by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES |
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