<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="" class="head">Termonde</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line">IN wrecked Termonde, still quaking from the bellow</p><p class="line">Of war's mad herd--'mid ruin on ruin piled,</p><p class="line">A stranger found a shrine, not all defiled,</p><p class="line">Of Art's old sculptured glories without fellow;</p><p class="line">And there--while Autumn's banners rustled yellow--</p><p class="line">High above seas of desolation isled,</p><p class="line">Unbruised, unmarred, with her unwounded child,</p><p class="line">Leaned a serene Madonna of Donatello.</p><p class="line">O'er a fledged Hermes, lord of speed and spoil,</p><p class="line">O'er the vast throes of the Laocoön,</p><p class="line">And Milo's lurking marble smile, she shone:</p><p class="line">Throned above pillage, and agony's serpent coil,</p><p class="line">And carnal charms that fever and embroil,</p><p class="line">Motherhood, scatheless, lived divinely on.</p></div></body></html> · Great War