Classic Poem

Speak once again, with that great note of thine,
Hero withdrawn from Senates and their sound
Unto thy home by Cambria's northern bound, —
Speak once again, and wake a world supine.
Not always, not in all things, was it mine
To follow where thou led'st: but who hath found
Another man so shod with fire, so crowned
With thunder, and so armed with wrath divine?
Lift up thy voice once more! The nation's heart
Is cold as Anatolia's mountain snows.
O, from these alien paths of dire repose
Call back thy England, ere thou too depart —
Ere, on some secret mission, thou too start
With silent footsteps, whither no man knows.