I know not where I go, O Wind that calls afar: O Wind that calls for war, Where the Death-Moon doth glow In a darkness without star. Nor do I know the blare Of the bugles that call: Nor who rise, nor who fall: Nor if the torches flare Where the gods laugh, or crawl. But I hear, I hear the hum, The multitudinous cry, Where myriads fly, And I hear a voice say, Come: And the same voice say, Die! What is the war, O Wind? Lo, without shield or spear How can I draw it near? I am deaf and dumb and blind With immeasurable fear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAMENT FOR CULLODEN by ROBERT BURNS ON THE DEATH OF SIR THOMAS WYATT by HENRY HOWARD ON THE 'VITA NUOVA' OF DANTE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE WARM CRADLE by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA MADISON CAWEIN by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON THE PHOENIX REBORN FROM ITS ASHES by LOUIS ARAGON |