LET your feet not falter, your course not alter By golden apples, till victory's won! The sword's sharp clangor, the dart's shrill anger, Swerve not the hero thundering on. A bold beginning is half the winning, An Alexander makes worlds his fee. No long debating! The Queens are waiting In his pavilion on bended knee. Thus swift pursuing his wars and wooing, He mounts old Darius' bed and throne. O glorious ruin! O blithe undoing! O drunk death-triumph in Babylon! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO BEAUTY by RALPH WALDO EMERSON COMMON DUST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON EPITHALAMION by EDMUND SPENSER THE COSMIC TRAIL by EDWIN M. ABBOTT NUPTIAL ODE ON THE MARRIAGE OF HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS THE PRINCE OF WALES by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |