AND this is Marathon! -- this sweep of plain Austere and treeless! yet't is glorious ground, Albeit naught save one unfeatured mound Stands monument to the undaunted slain; But at the sight the old heroic strain Moves in the breast as at some martial sound; Again the victor Greeks are glory-crowned, The Persian hordes back-driven to the main! E'en gnawing Time, with his insatiate greed, Wears not the splendor of some names away, But, star-like, they endure, undimmed and fair; And so with Marathon, though the spot to-day Is but a wilderness of grass and reed Lying at peace beneath the Attic air. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...O DREAMS, O DESTINATIONS by CECIL DAY LEWIS ERASMUS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 18. THE CHARM by THOMAS CAMPION MAUBERLEY: 5. MEDALLION by EZRA POUND PROUD MAISIE, FR. THE HEART OF MIDLOTHIAN by WALTER SCOTT GOOD-BYE MY FANCY! by WALT WHITMAN DRUM TAPS TO HEAVEN by JAMES CHURCH ALVORD NEVERNESS, OR THE ONE SHIP BEACHED ON ONE FAR DISTANT SHORE by MARGARET AVISON |