Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс)

After (Over the din of battle)

Over the din of battle,
Over the cannons’ rattle,
Over the strident voices of men and their dying groans,
I hear the falling of thrones.

Out of the wild disorder
That spreads from border to border,
I see a new world rising from ashes of ancient towns;
And the rulers wear no crowns.

Over the blood-charged water,
Over the fields of slaughter,
Down to the hidden vaults of Time, where lie the worn-out things,
I see the passing of kings.

1. At the Boro Boedoer
2. Afloat
3. Rangoon
4. Soul of America
5. St. Dunstan's

Распечатать (To print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1770

Последние стихотворения

To English version