WHITHER shall I flee for refuge? whither shall I look for aid? Flight or exile, which is safer? tower and town are both betrayed; Whom shall I implore for succour? our old altars are no more, Broken, crushed they lie, and splintered, and the flames above them roar. And our walls all blackened stand -- O my father! fatherland! O thou haughty house of Priam -- temple with the gates surrounded I have seen thee -- all thy splendour, all thy eastern pomp unbounded -- All thy roofs and painted ceilings, all the treasures they contain, I have seen them -- seen them blazing -- I have seen old Priam slain, Foully murdered, and the altar of the Highest bears the stain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SYNCOPATED CAKEWALK by CLARENCE MAJOR WHITE NOCTURNE by CONRAD AIKEN CONTRA MORTEM: THE SUMMER by HAYDEN CARRUTH RETROSPECTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE MIDDLETON PLACE by AMY LOWELL SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: OSCAR HUMMEL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |