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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534992" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Europe, The 72d And 73d Years Of These States</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534992" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">SUDDENLY, out of its stale and drowsy lair, the lair of slaves,<br> Like lightning it le'pt forth, half startled at itself,<br> Its feet upon the ashes and the rags--its hands tight to the throats<br> of kings.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534992" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> O hope and faith!<br> O aching close of exiled patriots' lives!<br> O many a sicken'd heart!<br> Turn back unto this day, and make yourselves afresh.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534992" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> And you, paid to defile the People! you liars, mark!<br> Not for numberless agonies, murders, lusts,<br> For court thieving in its manifold mean forms, worming from his<br> simplicity the poor man's wages,  10<br> For many a promise sworn by royal lips, and broken, and laugh'd at in<br> the breaking,<br> Then in their power, not for all these, did the blows strike revenge,<br> or the heads of the nobles fall;<br> The People scorn'd the ferocity of kings.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534992" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> But the sweetness of mercy brew'd bitter destruction, and the<br> frighten'd monarchs come back;<br> Each comes in state, with his train--hangman, priest, tax-gatherer,<br> Soldier, lawyer, lord, jailer, and sycophant.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534992" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Yet behind all, lowering, stealing--lo, a Shape,<br> Vague as the night, draped interminably, head, front and form, in<br> scarlet folds,<br> Whose face and eyes none may see,<br> Out of its robes only this--the red robes, lifted by the arm, 20<br> One finger, crook'd, pointed high over the top, like the head of a<br> snake appears.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534992" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> Meanwhile, corpses lie in new-made graves--bloody corpses of young<br> men;<br> The rope of the gibbet hangs heavily, the bullets of princes are<br> flying, the creatures of power laugh aloud,<br> And all these things bear fruits--and they are good.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534992" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Those corpses of young men,<br> Those martyrs that hang from the gibbets--those hearts pierc'd by the<br> gray lead,<br> Cold and motionless as they seem, live elsewhere with unslaughter'd<br> vitality.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534992" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> They live in other young men, O kings!<br> They live in brothers, again ready to defy you!<br> They were purified by death--they were taught and exalted. 30</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534992" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Not a grave of the murder'd for freedom, but grows seed for freedom,<br> in its turn to bear seed,<br> Which the winds carry afar and re-sow, and the rains and the snows<br> nourish.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534992" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Not a disembodied spirit can the weapons of tyrants let loose,<br> But it stalks invisibly over the earth, whispering, counseling,<br> cautioning.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534992" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> Liberty! let others despair of you! I never despair of you.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534992" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Is the house shut? Is the master away?<br> Nevertheless, be ready--be not weary of watching;<br> He will soon return--his messengers come anon.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Walt+Whitman">Walt Whitman</a></strong></div>