On the brow of Gilboa is war's bloody stain, The pride and the beauty of Israel is slain; O publish it not in proud Askelon's street, Nor tell it in Gath, lest in triumph they meet, For how are the mighty fallen! O mount of Gilboa, no dew shalt thou see, Save the blood of the Philistine fall upon thee; For the strong-pinioned eagle of Israel is dead, Thy brow is his pillow, thy bosom his bed! O how are the mighty fallen! Weep, daughters of Israel, weep o'er his grave! What breast will now pity, what arm will now save? O my brother! my brother! this heart bleeds for thee, For thou weft a friend and a brother to me! Ah, how are the mighty fallen! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CLOISTER by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE CRY OF THE CHILDREN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING HYMN OF TRUST by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE ALLEY. AN IMITATION OF SPENSER by ALEXANDER POPE SONNET: 78 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WELCOME, LITTLE STRANGER (BY A DISPLACED THREE-YEAR-OLD) by CHARLES FOLLEN ADAMS |