<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">Germany</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line">O land of music and of dream,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Your songs are dead!</p><p class="line">O morning-rose, O twilight-gleam,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Forever fled!</p><p class="line">Now, through your thunder-cloud of wrath,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">We see but frenzy's aftermath --</p><p class="line">Stark ruin following every path</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Your legions tread.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Was this your dream -- a baleful light</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">In stormy space?</p><p class="line">Your soul -- a threatening shape of blight,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">With hate-wrung face?</p><p class="line">What madness moves you to rejoice</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">In women's woe -- in terror's voice?</p><p class="line">Is this the music of your choice,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Your song of grace?</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Now from your shattered flutes we hear</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">A long, harsh cry,</p><p class="line">The note of passion and of fear,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">That will not die:</p><p class="line">And ever, on the desolate sea,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Your shamed and haunted ships must flee</p><p class="line">Child-faces, floating silently</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Under God's sky.</p></div><p class="byline">-- Marion Couthouy Smith.<br xmlns:exist="http://exist.sourceforge.net/NS/exist" xmlns:html="http://www.w3.org/TR/REC-html40"/> New York Times. </p></body></html> · Great War