How art thou conquered, tamed in all the pride Of savage beauty still! How brought, O panther of the splendid hide, To know thy master's will! No more thou sittest on thy tawny hills In indolent repose; Or pourest the crystal of a thousand rills Down from thy house of snows. But where the wild oats wrapped thy knees in gold, The plowman drives his share; And where, through canyons deep, thy streams are rolled, The miner's arm is bare. And order, justice, social law shall curb Thy untamed energies; And art and science, with their dreams superb, Replace thine ancient ease. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DOLL BELIEVERS by CLARENCE MAJOR THE ALTAR by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON HAWORTH CHURCHYARD by MATTHEW ARNOLD RESERVE by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE OEDIPUS AT COLONUS: OLD AGE by SOPHOCLES |