Facing a cold and sneering sky, Cold as the sneering hearts of men, A man began to prophesy, To speak of love and faith again. Boldly he spoke, and bravely dared The savage jest, the kindlier stone; The armies mocked at him; he fared To battle gaily—and alone. Alone he fought; alone, to move A world whose wars would never cease— And all his blows were struck for love, And all his fighting was for peace... They tortured him with thorns and rods, They hanged him on a frowning hill— @3And all the old and heartless gods Are laughing still.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FAMINE YEAR by JANE FRANCESCA WILDE EASTER 1916 by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS MILLS OF DESTINY by EVA K. ANGLESBURG THE SEVEN OLD MEN; TO VICTOR HUGO by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE PSALM 116 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 96 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 4 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |