OH, woman-country wooed not wed,' fair land, Beloved by her to whom his troth held fast, We will not grudge his presence at the last, For he was ours: yea, even we who stand Afar from those who may as friends command Years full of blissful memories, death being past, We claim him, though we mourn with eyes downcast, The sadder that we never touched his hand. O Italy and England! In one bond He binds you both by the brave words he said, With his new country. Well his part was conned For this world's task: no visionary fond, But a strong man, true to the quick and dead, He drew death's veil aside, and looked beyond. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KEEPING UP WITH THE SIGNS by MADELINE DEFREES GEOMETRY IS THE MIND OF GOD by JAMES GALVIN MY HAPPINESS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPRINGTIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 35 by JAMES JOYCE A JOYFUL SONG OF FIVE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |