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Poem by Madison Julius Cawein


The Festival of the Aisne


Imperial Madness, will of hand,
Builds vast an altar here, and rears
Before the world, on godly land,
A Moloch form of blood and tears.
And far as eye can see, behold,
Priests plunge into its brazen arms
Men, that its iron maw of mold
Mangles, returning horrible forms.
Its Priests are armies, moving slow,
And crowned like kings, in human-guise:
And theirs it is to make it flow
The crimson stream of sacrifice.



Madison Julius Cawein


Madison Julius Cawein's other poems:
  1. The Tree-Toad
  2. The Sleeper
  3. The Night-Rain
  4. The Criminal
  5. Dead Sea Fruit


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