Stricken to earth, the sword snapped in his hand, Shield cast away, down-beaten to the knee, He sees the foes he made above him stand— Now he has only Me. The towers are fallen; at his feet they lie Wrecks of the hopes that now he will not see, Naked unto the blast, Death drawing nigh— Now he has only Me. @3But he has Me.@1 The last illusions fade, The trumpet sounds no more, and man, set free From tyranny of dreams his pride has made, At last has only Me. For many loves he now has only one, His many gods before the tempest flee, His light is dying, and his day is done, @3But he at last has Me.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LONELY BURIAL by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE BIRDS OF VIETNAM by HAYDEN CARRUTH ON THE SALE OF MY FARM by ROBERT FROST SORROW SINGERS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO RICHARD R. WRIGHT - INSTRUCTOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO THE MARTYRED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE SEASONS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |