IN vain the crimson garment now, It wraps a feeble limb; In vain the jewel decks the brow, The eye beneath is dim: For days gone by, for days to come, In weary thoughts of blasted home, Does Judah's heart, and Judah's eye, Darken amid your revelry. Ye have your homes, your hearths; your sires Sleep 'neath the garden tree; Where are our hearths, our altar fires, And what, oh what are we? 'Tis our's to pour the tear-drop fast, Above the bright and buried past; For this does Judah's heart and eye Turn sickening from your revelry! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE WRITTEN IN [THE BEGINNING OF THE YEAR] 1746 by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) TO A CYCLAMEN by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR SONNET: DANTE (2) by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SONGS OF TRAVEL: 45. TO S.R. CROCKETT by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON CRADLE SONG (TO A TUNE OF BLAKE'S): 2 by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE AVENUE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |