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Poem by William Cullen Bryant

Song of the Greek Amazon

I buckle to my slender side
    The pistol and the scimitar,
And in my maiden flower and pride
    Am come to share the tasks of war.
And yonder stands my fiery steed,
    That paws the ground and neighs to go,
My charger of the Arab breed,
    I took him from the routed foe.

My mirror is the mountain spring,
    At which I dress my ruffled hair;
My dimmed and dusty arms I bring,
    And wash away the blood-stain there.
Why should I guard from wind and sun
    This cheek, whose virgin rose is fled?
It was for oneoh, only one
    I kept its bloom, and he is dead.

But they who slew himunaware
    Of coward murderers lurking nigh
And left him to the fowls of air,
    Are yet aliveand they must die.
They slew himand my virgin years
    Are vowed to Greece and vengeance now,
And many an Othman dame, in tears,
    Shall rue the Grecian maiden's vow.

I touched the lute in better days,
    I led in dance the joyous band;
Ah! they may move to mirthful lays
    Whose hands can touch a lover's hand.
The march of hosts that haste to meet
    Seems gayer than the dance to me;
The lute's sweet tones are not so sweet
    As the fierce shout of victory.

William Cullen Bryant

William Cullen Bryant's other poems:
  1. The New Moon
  2. The Murdered Traveller
  3. The Conjunction of Jupiter and Venus
  4. Innocent Child and Snow-White Flower!
  5. Ode for an Agricultural Celebration

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