NOT the bold Brandenburg, at Prussia's birth; Nor yet Great Frederick when his fields were won, And her domain stretched wide beneath the sun; Nor William whose Sedan aroused the earth, Was hero, conqueror, like the king whose worth And woe subdued the world beside his bier. Serene he walked with death through year and year Slow-measured; braving torture's deeps in dearth Of hope — the faithful, steadfast, lofty soul! Ah, chant no dirge for him, but joyful pæan! While Baltic laves its borders, Rhine doth roll, No truer life will seek the empyrean Than his whose fame nor realm nor age can span — The manliest emperor, the imperial man! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY: 9. THE AUTUMNAL [BEAUTY] by JOHN DONNE LOST LOVE by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES IN A COPY OF OMAR KHAYYAM by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL WITCH-WIFE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY LITTLE JERRY, THE MILLER by JOHN GODFREY SAXE SONNET: 151 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE SOBBING OF THE BELLS (MIDNIGHT, SEPT. 19-20, 1881) by WALT WHITMAN |