TREMBLING old men are stamm'ring Scarce can their anguish tell— Whisp'ring the ancient Hebrew, The "Hear, O Israel!" Some little Jew is falling, Clubbed in his narrow pale— The Queen is singing sweetly Songs of the Nightingale. Watchmen are growing fretful, Why should they longer wait? Hurry the homeless wanderers Through the next dark suffering-gate. What though anchors are lifted, What though poor exiles flee— Carmen Sylva is warbling An Ode to Humanity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OVERHEARD ON A SALTMARSH by HAROLD MONRO THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 71 by OMAR KHAYYAM FOR SPRING, BY SANDRO BOTTICELLI by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI TO HIS HEART, BIDDING IT HAVE NO FEAR by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS EPISTLES ON THE CHARACTER AND CONDITION OF WOMEN: 3 by LUCY AIKEN MY MOTHER by GEORGE WASHINGTON BETHUNE |