I DREAMED I saw that ancient Irish queen, Who from her dun, as dawn had opened wide, Saw the tall foemen rise on every side, And gazed with kindling eye upon the scene, And in delight cried, "Noble is their mien." "Most kingly are they," her own host replied, Praising the beauty, bravery, and pride As if the foe their very kin had been. And then I heard the innumerable hiss Of human adders, nation with poisonous breath Spitting at nation, as if the dragon rage Would claw the spirit, and I woke at this, Knowing the soul of man was sick to death And I was weeping in the Iron Age. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VANISHING RED by ROBERT FROST COMMON DUST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG NYMPH GOING TO BED by JONATHAN SWIFT THE MALLARDS PASS UNHARMED by LAURA FRANCES ALEXANDER A SOCIETY MARTYR by JOHN CLINTON ANTHONY |