A LONELY soul in every breast Where wastes of humankind unrolled; A castle set on every crest With moat and battlement of old. And word came forth from the new-crowned King:— "Cast down your walls—your feuds resign; My peace to all the realm I bring, For I am Love, and ye are Mine." But some within their donjons sate And forged the arms their fathers bore, The pride, the greed, the craft, the hate,— As though they still might thrive by war. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE MOON by HAYDEN CARRUTH IF IT WERE NOT FOR YOU by HAYDEN CARRUTH DEVASTATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BATTLEDORE AND SHUTTLECOCK by AMY LOWELL THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER by JOHN CROWE RANSOM JOHN BROWN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE STORY OF THE ASHES AND THE FLAME by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |