ROBBED mother of the stricken Motherland Two hearts in one and one among the dead, Before your grave with an uncovered head I, that am man, disquiet and silent stand In reverence. It is your blood they shed; It is your sacred self that they demand, For one you bore in joy and hope, and planned Would make yourself eternal, now has fled. But though you yielded him unto the knife And altar with a royal sacrifice Of your most precious self and dearer life Your master gem and pearl above all price Content you; for the dawn this night restores Shall be the dayspring of his soul and yours. @3Eden Phillpotts@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A STRANGE CITY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER DROWNED IN HARBOUR by ANTIPATER OF THESSALONICA MUCH LOVE by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 6 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT FOR A NOVEL OF HALL CAINE'S by ROBERT BRIDGES (1858-1941) THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: CHANGE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |