The Voice From the Sunset
THERE came, from out the ocean porticoes
Of that great ice-palace, Neutrality,
This far-blown word: " No difference do I see,
In aught they fight for, betwixt these and those."
O Puissance of the West! the whole world knows
Our enemy fights to bind, we fight to free.
Our aims are bared to the sun's scrutiny,
The noonday's inquest. And if these our throes
Have no divineness, then all struggles known,
AU deeds embalmed and consecrated, all
Defying of powers that manacle and enthral,
From Hellas locked with Persia to your own
First mighty strife, have been but kennel-brawl,
And hubbub of the gutter round a bone.