A moment's fantasy, the vision came Of Europe dipped in fiery death, and so Mounting re-born, with vestal limbs aglow, Splendid and fragrant from her bath of flame. It fleeted; and a phantom without name, Sightless, dismembered, terrible, said: "Lo, @3I@1 am that ravished Europe men shall know After the morn of blood and night of shame." The spectre passed, and I beheld alone The Europe of the present, as she stands, Powerless from terror of her own vast power, 'Neath novel stars, beside a brink unknown; And round her the sad Kings, with sleepless hands, Piling the fagots, hour by doomful hour. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE FOR THE AMERICAN DEAD IN ASIA by THOMAS MCGRATH THE MATCH by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ON BEING SHEWN A BEAUTIFUL COUNTRY SEAT by ROBERT BURNS THE HILLS by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN EPITAPH: ON HIMSELF by NATHANIEL COTTON |