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Poem by Sydney Thompson Dobell


Esse Et Posse


The groan of fallen Hosts; a torrid glare
Of cities; battle-cries of Right and Wrong
Where armies shout to rocking fleets that roar
On thundering oceans to the thundering shore,
And high o'er all-long, long prolonged, along
The moaning caverns of the plaining air,-
The cry of conscious Fate. The firmament
Waves from above me like a tattered flag;
And as a soldier in his lowly tent
Looks up when a shot strikes the helpless rag
From o'er him, and beholds the canopy
Of Heaven, so, sudden to my startled eye,
The Heavens that shall be! The dream fades. I stand
Among the mourners of a mourning land. 



Sydney Thompson Dobell


Sydney Thompson Dobell's other poems:
  1. The Gaberlunzie's Walk
  2. The Market-Wife's Song
  3. Home in War-Time
  4. On Receiving a Book from Dante Rossetti
  5. Good-Night in War-Time


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