Blows that wind of every sound Upon a battlement Where a ripping Andy Jackson stirred Every rebel heart to its head. 5 Raging after beauty in a fire; Horses tremble; men-at-arms are quiet; Heavy cannon are crunching through the wood. Noble minds all by ancient battle set ablaze. Upon that black battlement where 10 Great Caesar stoked, Half in admiration, Rome's mother-forges against the barbarian herd, Not Egyptian Cleopatra's whispers Nor Antony's sweet words, 15 Could still his already conquering hand. Noble minds all by ancient battle set ablaze. Staggered stars over the geared stone whirr. Electric fires in the mind's eye blurr Till all the creeping hill's a blaze; 20 Pacing ceases; the last Bird dies into dark; All night sounds transmogrified To a monotone. Noble minds all by ancient battle set ablaze.
From the collection "Burning Byzantium"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
More information available on gregglory.com.