Open Poetry #45 |
Visions of Greece |
Allogenes Junior Member
since 2008-01-16
Posts 35 |
I see, I *feel*, your hills, your skies; the nest Where some young sportive eagle flaunts his wings; A glorious citadel of stone that clings To cloudless heights, and bares its prideful breast Athwart the sea. My tired heart finds rest In sounds of darling maids whose gathering sings The grandeur that was Once -- whose laughter brings To Man - a vision, as of valleys blest With spirits, priestly robes, and flowers strewn; And then I look -- I wake! -- and all has fell; The ebb and murmur of the slow-swelled tide Alone is heard in temple, glade, and dell - Resounding - echoes like the ghost of Pride - A spirit yet encased in dismal ruin. |
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martiniat8 Senior Member
since 2003-06-21
Posts 897Prague, Bohemia, Czech Republic |
I LOVE this, I would love to go back to Greece and rewrite a ruinous tale into an epic of triumph |
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