Mirage

Is it a will-o’-the-wisp, or is dawn breaking,

That our horizon wears so strange a hue?

Is it but one more dream, or are we waking

To find that dreams, at last, are coming true?

Aye, surely, in that golden glimmer streaking

The cloudy sky-line of the life of man

We see the blessed day he has been seeking

In all directions since the world began.

Sign to each struggling and exhausted nation

Of hope fulfilled, redemption and release;

Sign of the end of needless tribulation,

And the beginning of the reign of Peace.

Country with country, brother with his brother,

Content to share, and not to grab and steal;

Ceasing the wild-beast battle, each with other,

To work in concert for the common weal.

No class-strife more, neighbour with differing neighbour;

No waste or want, to breed the plague or crime;

No soul-debasing pomp and sordid labour,

No wars, no famines, in the coming time!

But swords of slaughter-valour and brains and money-

Turned into ploughshares for the lands redeemed,

To fill men’s homes, as full as hives of honey,

With wealth unknown and happiness undreamed.

Great Art no more the plaything of the idle,

But nurse and minister to every need;

Nature no longer cowed with bit and bridle;

Conscience enfranchised and Religion freed.

All round our darksome isle the tide encroaches,

Distant and dim as yet, but spreading fast.

The reign of Love and Liberty approaches!

The heirs are coming to their own at last!

Hark! What was that? The vanquished devil howling,

With guns and bombs, for brother devil’s blood?

The primal savage out again-befouling

All this fair promise with his primal mud?

Alas! So soon to see our lovely morning

Back in the hopeless night whence it arose,

And have no time to wait another dawning!

O Lord, how long-how long . . . . . . . .

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Poems in English 

• Sonnet 71: No longer mourn for me when I am dead by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 70: That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 6: Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 69: Those parts of thee that the world’s eye doth view by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 68: Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 67: Ah, wherefore with infection should he live by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 66: Tired with all these, for restful death I cry by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 65: Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 64: When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defaced by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 63: Against my love shall be, as I am now by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 62: Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 61: Is it thy will thy image should keep open by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 60: Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 5: Those hours, that with gentle work did frame by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 59: If there be nothing new, but that which is by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 58: That god forbid, that made me first your slave by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 57: Being your slave, what should I do but tend by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 56: Sweet love, renew thy force, be it not said by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 55: Not marble, nor the gilded monuments by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 95: How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

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