WHERE wait the soldiers of the Lord That smote in olden days? Where stands in song his shining horde That chant and shout his praise? They long are laid with flame and sword, Their corpses strew the ways. A hundred gods of brass and gold Sit high with icy hands, And those that praised his name of old Lie slain in many lands! Their bones arise and join: Behold, The host of Israel stands! Does Israel's heart such silence keep, It seems a stony crust, And covered with the dust? No, 'tis a dragon fast asleep, An ancient sword to flash and leap From scabbard's rust! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BATTLE OF BRITAIN by CECIL DAY LEWIS STORIES ARE MADE OF MISTAKES by JAMES GALVIN BROTHERHOOD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON APPLES OF HESPERIDES by AMY LOWELL SONNET by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE REVEALER by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |