With Caesar dead now, and Augustus dust, Tribunal tyranny in Rome is done. Attila, Xerxes and Napoleon Have known kings' splendor and departed. Rust Of rebel years their sheathèd swords encrusts, And slow time hides the ugly scars upon The stricken fields where war's cold carrion Has fed old buzzards with its crumbs and crusts. The dew-drenched meadows by the Marne again Are occupied with crops, and Waterloo Is wild with flowers as deep thunders cease Their long reverberation. Terror's reign Is ended now. The Belgian sky is blue, And life is theirs who love and keep their peace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHURCHILL'S GRAVE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON CHARITAS NIMIA; OR THE DEAR BARGAIN by RICHARD CRASHAW FATHER O'FLYNN by ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES ON A PORTRAIT by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE UNIVERSAL MOTHER by SABINE BARING-GOULD SPRING NIGHT by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |