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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=547938" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Captive of the White City, The</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=547938" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Flower of the foam of the waves<br> Of the beautiful inland sea, -<br>White as the foam that laves<br> The ships of the Sea-Kings past, -<br> Marvel of human hands, <br> Wonderful, mystical, vast, <br> The great White City stands; <br> And the banners of all the lands<br> Are free on the western breeze, <br> Free as the West is free.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=547938" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And the throngs go up and down<br>In the streets of the wonderful town<br> In brotherly love and grace, -<br>Children of every zone<br>The light of the sun has known: <br> And there in the Midway Place, <br> In the House of the Unhewn Trees, <br>There in the surging crowd, <br>Silent, and stern, and proud, <br> Sits Rain-in-the-Face! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=547938" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Why is the captive here? <br>Is the hour of the Lord so near<br>When slayer and slain shall meet<br>In the place of the Judgment seat<br> For the word of the last decree? <br> Ah, what is the word to be? <br>For the beautiful City stands<br>On the Red Man’s wrested lands, **<br> The home of the fated race; <br>And the ghostly shadow falls<br>Over the trophied walls ***<br> Of the House of the Unhewn Tree, <br> In the pleasant Midway Place.<br>There is blood on the broken door, <br>Ther is blood on the broken floor, <br>Blood on your bronzed hands, <br> O Rain-in-the-Face.<br> Shut from the sunlit air, <br>Like a sun-god overthrown, <br> The soldier, Custer, lies.<br>Dust is the sun-kissed hair, <br> Dust are the dauntless eyes, <br>Dust and name alone; -<br> While the wife holds watch with grief<br> For the never-returning chief.<br>What if she walked to-day<br>In the City’s pleasant way, <br> The beautiful Midway Place, <br> And there to her sudden gaze, <br>Dimmed with her widow’s tears, <br> After the terrible years, <br> Stood Rain-in-the-Face! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=547938" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Quench with a dropp of dew<br>From the morning’s cloudless blue<br> The prairies’ burning plains-<br> The seas of seething flame; <br>Turn from its awful path<br>The tempest, in its wrath; <br> Lure from his jungle-lair<br> The tiger, crouching there<br>For the leap on his sighted prey: <br> Then seek as well to tame<br>The hate in the Red Man’s veins, <br>His tiger-thirst to cool, <br> In the hour of the evil day<br>When his foe before him stands! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=547938" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">From the wrongs of the White Man’s rule<br>Blood only may wash the trace.<br>Alas, for the death-heaped slain! <br>Alas for your blood-stained hands, <br> O Rain-in-the-Face! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=547938" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And the throngs go up, go down, <br>In the streets of the wonderful town; <br>And jests of the merry tongue, <br>And the dance, and the glad songs sung, <br> Ring through the sunlit space.<br>And there, in the wild, free breeze, <br>In the House of the Unhewn Trees, <br> In the beautiful Midway Place, <br> The captive sits apart, <br> Silent, and makes no sign.<br> But what is the word in your heart, <br> O man of a dying race? <br> What tale on your lips for mine, <br> O Rain-in-the-Face? <br> </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=547938" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">* “The White City” was the name given to the Columbian Exposition in Chicago,1893. The man who killed General Custer on the Little Bighorn was displayed in the Midway Plaisance of the fair. He sat, under guard, in a log cabin brought from Montana and reportedly owned by Sitting Bull, the same cabin in which that chief and his son had been killed.<br>** The Indians claim that the Land upon which Chicago is built was never fully paid for.<br>*** ”The walls were hung with relics of the fight” (Coolbrith’s note)</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=Ina+D.+Coolbrith">Ina D. Coolbrith</a></strong></div>