@3Suggested by a passage in Mr. Valentine Chirol's the 'Far Eastern Question'@1 Silenced the streets with sand of holy hue, Shrouded the curious houses with faint sheen Of silk and broid'ry, which for months between These awful feasts none but the moth dare view; The Son of Heaven, the Unutterable Kwang Hsu, Borne in his lofty-looming palanquin, By slaves who, if they stumble, die unseen, Flits like a ghost through midnight -- what to do? The West stands clamouring outside his door: We plan division of his lands and fame, Yet hold Heredity for proven Truth. To pray to his great Fathers gone before, -- Might not Marc Brutus once have done the same? -- Goes that spoiled, wretched, and mysterious youth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FINDING OF LOVE by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES PROPERZIA ROSSI by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS DEATH IN THE KITCHEN by THOMAS HOOD THE PRINCESS: SONG by ALFRED TENNYSON GRANDMOTHER'S TEACHING by ALFRED AUSTIN MALIGNED MORTALITY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |