IT was the fairy of the place, Moving within a little light, Who touched with dim and shadowy grace The conflict at its fever height. It seemed to whisper "Quietness," Then quietly itself was gone: Yet echoes of its mute caress Were with me as the years went on. It was the warrior within Who called "Awake, prepare for fight: Yet lose not memory in the din: Make of thy gentleness thy might: "Make of thy silence words to shake The long-enthroned kings of earth: Make of thy will the force to break Their towers of wantonness and mirth." It was the wise all-seeing soul Who counselled neither war nor peace: "Only be thou thyself that goal In which the wars of time shall cease." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HER LETTER by FRANCIS BRET HARTE VERSES WRITTEN IN THE LEAVES OF AN IVORY POCKET-BOOK by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD TO A PROFILE by BERNARD BARTON THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 51. FAREWELL TO JULIET (13) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT IN AN EMPTY HOUSE by IVAN ALEKSEYEVITCH (ALEXEYVICH) BUNIN THE TOAD-EATER by ROBERT BURNS THE PURGATORY OF SAINT PATRICK by PEDRO CALDERON DE LA BARCA BOSTON NURSERY RHYME: RHYME FOR A BOTANICAL BABY by FLAVIUS JOSEPHUS COOK |