What causes all this sudden tumult, running Along the shaken city of my soul, As if an army menaces with cunning, While drums of doom their muffled warning roll? And all this trepidation has the sound Of many startled towers slowly tumbling; Of walls capitulating to the ground; Of bulwarks splintering and ramparts crumbling; Of many sighing flags and banners falling; Of wild, confused alarms of countless feet; Of wounded buglers frantically calling Stampeding garrisons to quick retreat Before invincible powers that pursue -- What causes all this panic? It is you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BATTLEDORE AND SHUTTLECOCK by AMY LOWELL THE HABIT OF PERFECTION by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE LAST CHANTEY by RUDYARD KIPLING A WORKING PARTY by SIEGFRIED SASSOON IF THE POETS HAD FEARED THE ADVERTISERS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE BLASPHEMER'S WARNING; A LAY OF ST. ROMWOLD by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE METAMORPHOSIS OF THE WALNUT-TREE OF BOARSTELL: ECLOGUE by WILLIAM BASSE |