Elms in the meadow springing, Silken pennants swinging On tawny lances; The river dances... Ripple of mail rises To war; no surprise is The elms stand steady, Line of combat ready. Wave on wave surging, To the ramparts verging; The bent elms prattle And cry, 'To battle!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RETURN (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CENTRAL PARK AT DUSK by SARA TEASDALE THE AUTHOR'S EPITAPH, MADE BY HIMSELF by WALTER RALEIGH MADISON CAWEIN by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON LYSISTRATA: HYMN OF PEACE; CHORUSES OF ATHENIANS AND SPARTANS by ARISTOPHANES WITH ETERNITY STANDING BY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |