Our world has passed away Though all we knew depart, Once more we hear the word Comfort, content, delight, Through perils and dismays Though all we made depart No easy hope or lies Shall bring us to our goal, But iron sacrifice Of body, will, and soul. There is but one task for all- Rudyard Kipling (1865-) Whereas Kipling's poem grew directly from a time of national crisis, Burns's patriotic challenge was written centuries after the event which it commemorates. At Bannockburn the Scots under Robert Bruce routed the invading army of Edward II. The heroic deeds of Sir William Wallace antedated those of Bruce by a score of years. This entire poem is made a unit by the riming of the fourth lines of the stanzas. BRUCE'S ADDRESS TO HIS ARMY AT Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has aften led; Or to Victorie! Now's the day, and now's the hour; See approach proud Edward's pow'r- Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha for Scotland's king and law By Oppression's woes and pains! Lay the proud usurpers low! Robert Burns (1759-1796) The next two poems reflect different phases of the same struggle and afford two glimpses of the same place, Charleston, S. C. The first poem, vigorous and graphic, gives the impressions of a British sailor who made the port on a blockade runner in the last days of the Confederacy. The second is one of the world's finest tributes, at once sweet and elevated, to the heroic dead. Compare also the meters. That of "Romance" is a stanzaic arrangement of the rimeless trochaic tetrameter popularized by Longfellow's Hiawatha. ROMANCE "Talk of pluck!" pursued the Sailor, "I was on the wharf at Charleston, "It was gray and dirty weather, "In and out among the cotton, Mud, and chains, and stores, and anchors, "Some had shoes, but all had rifles, "Rags and tatters, belts and bayonets, William Ernest Henley (1849-1903) AT MAGNOLIA CEMETERY * Sleep sweetly in your humble graves, In seeds of laurel in the earth The blossom of your fame is blown, Meanwhile, behalf the tardy years Which keep in trust your storied tombs, And these memorial blooms. *This selection from Timrod is reprinted from the Memorial Edition through the courtesy of the holder of the copyright, Johnson Publishing Company. Small tributes! but your shades will smile Stoop, angels, hither from the skies! By mourning beauty crowned. Henry Timrod (1829-1867) The next two poems afford an opportunity for comparing a Victorian and a modern poet on the same subject. Christina Rossetti shared the inheritance of a family of genius. "Song" is a lyric in the truest sense; the words almost sing themselves. Among living poets Sara Teasdale holds a high place for her shorter lyrics. Note the effect of the three different line-lengths in "I Shall Not Care." SONG When I am dead, my dearest, With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, I shall not see the shadows, |