<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=523174" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mentana</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Mother, I hear a word<br>In the air!'<br>Play on, play on, my son,<br>The word thou hast heard is some bright sweet bird<br>That singeth, why and where<br>Who knows?<br>As who knows why and whither<br>The little wind blows<br>That bloweth hither and thither<br>But hardly stirs thy hair,<br>Hardly stirs the gossamers<br>Or a film of thy golden hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Oh Mother, Mother dear,<br>Bend down, bend down to me!<br>Ah Mother, what dost thou hear?'<br>Hush, hush, my son,<br>I hear a word in the air.<br>'Ah Mother, why is thy face so white?<br>Ah Mother, Mother, why<br>Are thine eyes alight?<br>Ah Mother, why is thy face so red?<br>Mother, Mother, the hair of thine head-'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Silence, boy, we are near them,<br>Silence, boy, the dead, the dead,<br>I hear them, I hear them, I hear them!<br>They come, they come, they are here, they are gone,<br>And they cried, with a single cry,<br>'Mentana!'<br>The word is said, the night is fled,<br>Ere we knew it dawn 'tis day,<br>The graves are wide, the dead are up and away,<br>On the racing winds they race<br>To call the living land.<br>Boy, I am again a wife!<br>Boy, I saw thy father's face!<br>Round him rode the self-same band,<br>That went round him that great day<br>To Glory's latest Altar-place-<br>Went around and fell around,<br>When the red-legged assassin on the hill<br>With conjurations bloody and base<br>Jabbered the slanting sunset to his will,<br>And by such pests did so incriminate<br>The air with murder, that, when, weary and late,<br>Upon the well-won field the conqueror stood<br>Masters of all the eye could see,<br>The star-cracked and berotted victory<br>Burst in each glorious hand<br>And tore the sacred limits of sweet life,<br>And sluiced the dear heart's blood.<br>Ah God! if such blood could sink into the ground!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Up, up, my son, up, up, my soldier-son!<br>On with thy white-cross cap, while I<br>Bind me around with tri-colour<br>And let us go.<br>Whither? Whither they have gone before!<br>Haste! The dead have fleeter feet than ours.<br>See, the answering vales already move!<br>What is that, that like a moving sea<br>Floods towards the citied lilies of the towers<br>That soon shall ring<br>'Mentana!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Well done, well done,<br>Thy little sword and gun,<br>Thou shalt wave the sword while I will cry<br>'Mentana!'<br>See, as we run the hamlets run,<br>The little towns are waving in the sun,<br>'Mentana!'<br>Hark the bells thunder, hark the trumpets blow<br>'Mentana!'<br>The mountains hear, the mists divide,<br>Look, look, on high,<br>The great tops crowned with joy and pride<br>Clang to the clanging vales below,<br>'Mentana!'<br>A thousand clarions blaze from side to side<br>'Mentana!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>What, must we rest again the little feet?<br>Cub of the Lion is thy dam too fleet?<br>Yet thou hast proved thy kind,<br>For see the misty miles behind,<br>And lo, before us what was dim is clear.<br>The city-walls, the city-gate,<br>The towers, the towers<br>That from our mountain seemed like flowers,<br>But hence like Pedestals that wait<br>The Statue of our Italy divine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>That Italy who, tho' she hath been hewn<br>In pieces,-as when the demons hew<br>An angel, whose immortal substance true<br>To his Eternal Image is not slain,<br>But from a thòusand falchions rears again<br>Still undivided by division<br>His everlasting beauty, whole and one-<br>When sounds the trump whereat the nations rise<br>Shall lift her unseamed body to the skies<br>And in her flesh see (God)-</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sydney+Thompson+Dobell">Sydney Thompson Dobell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=523174" data-title="Mentana de Sydney Thompson Dobell" data-description="'Mother, I hear a word In the air!' Play on, play on, my son, The word thou hast heard is some bright sweet bird That singeth, why and where Who knows? As who knows why and whither The little wind blows That bloweth hither and thither But hardly s..."></div> </div> </div>

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