I never have known anyone so proud, So fierce for faith, so strong for nobleness. I never heard you whine nor cry distress, Nor saw you kneel nor knew your bright head bowed. Dreams, Love and Laughter were a swift, white crowd Of wings flashed upward from your loveliness -- You carried Truth, wore Honor as a dress, And wound yourself in Beauty like a cloud. Surely this is not you who lies so low, Smitten as others, yielding as they must With abject hands and smooth, submissive head -- All fire and glory crumpled by one blow, Bewildered and beaten and brought to dust, This is not you, oh pitiful and dead! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WINTER'S NIGHT by ROBERT FROST BENEDICTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: COLUMBUS CHENEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS NOTHING WILL CURE THE SICK LION BUT TO EAT AN APE' by MARIANNE MOORE THE TOWER OF SKULLS by ISAAC ROSENBERG |