SHE stood before her traitors bound and bare, Clothed with her wounds and with her naked shame As with a weed of fiery tears and flame, Their mother-land, their common weal and care, And they turned from her and denied, and sware They did not know this woman nor her name. And they took truce with tyrants and grew tame, And gathered up cast crowns and creeds to wear, And rags and shards regilded. Then she took In her bruised hands their broken pledge, and eyed These men so late so loud upon her side With one inevitable and tearless look, That they might see her face whom they forsook; And they beheld what they had left, and died. @3February, 1870@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE PEOPLES by CLAUDE MCKAY THE MASK by CLARISSA SCOTT DELANY CORN-LAW HYMN by EBENEZER ELLIOTT A FARM PICTURE by WALT WHITMAN SONG OF THE OPEN ROAD by WALT WHITMAN IN LAMPLIGHT by MARTIN DONISTHORPE ARMSTRONG A WRECKED LOCOMOTIVE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE GHELUVELT; EPITAPH ON THE WORCESTERS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |