WHEN the Hetman John Swiergowski To the Turks became a prey; There they slew the gallant chieftain, They cut off his head that day. Their trumpets they blew, and his head on a spear They set, and they mocked him with jest and with jeer. Yonder see a cloud descending, Ravens gathering on the plain, Gloom above Ukrania spreading; She mourns and weeps her hetman slain; Then fierce o'er the wide plain the mighty winds blew, "O, answer, what did ye with our hetman do?" Then black eagles soared past, screaming, "Where did you make our hetman's grave?" And larks rose up to heaven streaming, "Where did ye leave our hetman brave?" "Where by Kilia's fair city the tomb stands high, On the Turkish line doth your hetman lie." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALEXANDER THROCKMORTON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ABANDONED RANCH, BIG BEND by HAYDEN CARRUTH WE FACE THE FUTURE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GUNS AS KEYS: AND THE GREAT GATE SWINGS by AMY LOWELL THE FRUIT GARDEN PATH by AMY LOWELL CONSECRATED GROUND; READ AT THE NEW YORK CITY HALL by EDWIN MARKHAM THE BALINESE WITCH DOCTOR by KAREN SWENSON TOWERS OF SIMON RODIA; FOR HOWARD W. SWENSON 1903-1081 by KAREN SWENSON |