Hark—from yonder East there come Muttering sounds not heard before; Sounds akin to muffled drum, Sounds like waves upon the shore; In whatever land it be Where the red-cap fez is worn, Where the Islam flag you see, There are clouds at night and morn. In the hills of India, where Ghandi's silent armies wait, Where the Chinese battling are, See the signs of coming fate. For a thousand years behold Westward, westward was the race; Now the tides have backward rolled, East and West are face to face. What to do? The clouds are near, Cries the watcher at the gate; Ships we have and armies here— Trust we so to them our fate? Heavens, no! The world has tried Blood and war a thousand years. Millions, myriads have died, Worlds were washed with woman's tears. Anguish all. Is it not time We, who call ourselves so great, Call to every land and clime Offering Love instead of Hate? They will listen, they will see, War's dread banners will be furled, And the people's watchword be— Love alone can save the world. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ISADORA DUNCAN DANCING 'IPHIGENIA IN AULIS' by LOUIS UNTERMEYER DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 1. EMBARKATION by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER SUMMER IN ENGLAND, 1914 by ALICE MEYNELL THE SHADED WATER by WILLIAM GILMORE SIMMS AS THE TEAM'S HEAD BRASS by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS LADY OF CASTLENORE; A.D. 1700 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MICHAELMASSE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |