SO thin, so frail the opalescent ice Where yesterday, in lordly pageant, rose The monumental nations — the repose Of continents at peace! Realities Solid as earth they seemed; yet in a trice Their bastions crumbled in the surging floes Of unconceivable, inhuman woes, Gulfed in a mad, unmeaning sacrifice. We, who survive that world-quake, cower and start, Searching our hidden souls with dark surmise: So thin, so frail — is reason? Patient art — Is it all a mockery, and love all lies? Who sees the lurking Hun in childhood's eyes? Is hell so near to every human heart? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAMPS OF GREEN by WALT WHITMAN A TRIBUTE TO WILL ROGERS AND WILEY POST by ROSETTA THORSON BEACHLER MY ALPENSTOCK by HENRY GLASSFORD BELL INVITATION TO THE REDBREAST by VINCENT BOURNE THE ADVERTISING MAN'S LOVE SONG by BERTON BRALEY |