ALL night the flares go up; the Dragon sings And beats upon the dark with furious wings; And, stung to rage by his own darting fires, Reaches with grappling coils from town to town; He lusts to break the loveliness of spires, And hurls their martyred music toppling down. Yet, though the slain are homeless as the breeze, Vocal are they, like storm-bewilder'd seas. Their faces are the fair, unshrouded night, And planets are their eyes, their ageless dreams. Tenderly stooping earthward from their height, They wander in the dusk with chanting streams, And they are dawn-lit trees, with arms up-flung, To hail the burning heavens they left unsung. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 7. ROME by SARA TEASDALE BLUEBEARD'S CLOSET by ROSE TERRY COOKE A LOVE SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE COLORED SOLDIERS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TERNISSA, FR HELLENICS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR LOVE IN THE VALLEY (VERSION A) by GEORGE MEREDITH SONNET: 16. TO THE LORD GENERAL CROMWELL, MAY 1652 by JOHN MILTON |