Is this the price of beauty! Fairest, thou, Of all the cities of the sunrise sea, Yet thrice art stricken. First, war harried thee; Then the dread circling tempest drove its plough Right through thy palaces; and now, O now! A sound of terror, and thy children flee Into the night and death. O Deity! Thou God of war and whirlwind, whose dark brow, Frowning, makes tremble sea and solid land! These are thy creatures who to heaven cry While hell roars 'neath them, and its portals ope; To thee they call, -- to thee who bidst them die, Who hast forgotten to withhold thy hand, -- For thou, Destroyer, art man's only Hope! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A RUNNABLE STAG by JOHN DAVIDSON THE YOUNG GLASS-STAINER by THOMAS HARDY THE REFORMER by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER BALLADE OF A TRAVELLER'S JINX by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THESE ENDURE by MARION H. ADDINGTON THE MORAL FABLES: THE FOX AND THE WOLF by AESOP LET ME FORGET by OMA CARLYLE ANDERSON EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 30. THE HUNTER CAUGHT BY HIS OWN GAMER by PHILIP AYRES |