As the Greek's signal flame, by antique records told, Rose from the hill-top, like applause and glory, Welcoming in fame some special veteran, hero, With rosy tinge reddening the land he'd served, So I aloft from Mannahatta's ship-fringed shore, Lift high a kindled brand for thee, Old Poet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAMPUS SONNET: MAY MORNING by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET CONTRA MORTEM: THE SUN by HAYDEN CARRUTH NORTH WINTER by HAYDEN CARRUTH WHAT I'VE BELIEVED IN by JAMES GALVIN DEVASTATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |