IF Fate, though jealous of second birth Of names in history raised to high degree, Permits that Athens yet once more shall be, Let her be placed as suits the thought and worth Of those who, during long oppression's dearth, Went out from Hydra and Ipsara free, Making their homestead of the chainless sea, And hardly touching their enslaved earth. So on the shore, in sight of Salamis, On the Piraean and Phalerian bays, With no harsh contrast of what was and is, Let Athens rise; while in the distance stands, Like something hardly raised by human hands, The awful skeleton of ancient days! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOST MISTRESS by ROBERT BROWNING TO THE IMMORTAL MEMORY OF THE HALIBUT ON WHICH I DINED by WILLIAM COWPER THE CAPTAIN; AFTER READING HENLEY'S INVICTUS by DOROTHEA DAY THE HOUSE OF HOSPITALITIES by THOMAS HARDY JOURNEY by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY WHEN I PERUSE THE CONQUER'D FAME by WALT WHITMAN SOUL AND BODY by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE |