UNDER this shade of crimson wings abhorred That never wholly leaves the sky serene, -- While Vengeance sleeps a sleep so light, between Dominions that acclaim Thee overlord, -- Sadly the blast of Thy tremendous word, Whate'er its mystic purport may have been, Echoes across the ages, Nazarene: @3Not to bring peace Mine errand, but a sword.@1 For lo, Thy world uprises and lies down In armour, and its Peace is War, in all Save the great death that weaves War's dreadful crown: War unennobled by heroic pain: War without triumph, without glorious fall; War that sits smiling, with the eyes of Cain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROOM OF MIRRORS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IN HOSPITAL: 2. WAITING by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY HYMNS OF THE MARSHES: MARSH SONG - AT SUNSET by SIDNEY LANIER STONEWALL JACKSON; MORTALLY WOUNDED AT CHANCELLORSVILLE by HERMAN MELVILLE COLUMBUS [AUGUST 3, 1492] by JOHANN CHRISTOPH FRIEDRICH VON SCHILLER A SONG OF LIFE by ABRAHAM IBN EZRA |