Liege

Betwixt the Foe and France was she --
France the immortal, France the free.
The Foe, like one vast living sea,
Drew nigh.
He dreamed that none his tide would stay;
But when he bade her to make way,
She, through her cannon, answered, 'Nay,
Not I.'

No tremor and no fear she showed;
She held the pass, she barred the road,
While Death's unsleeping feet bestrode
The ground.
So long as deeds of noblest worth
Are sung with joy, and tears, and mirth,
Her glory shall to the ends of the Earth
Resound.

Watched by a world that yearned to aid,
Lonely she stood but undismayed.
Resplendent was the part she played,
And pure.
Praised be her heroes, proud her sons!
She threw her soul into the guns,
Her name shall, with the loveliest ones,
Endure.

by William Watson

Comments (5)

Excellent poem, I liked it.10
Nice work with the muse of nature! Streaming rain.
Rode my motorcycle through Rabbit Hash, Kentucky yesterday.... Glimpsing through the trees at the great Ohio River.... Simply beautiful. This poem should be placarded there...
Descriptive on nature and it's beauty, I LIKE This.
I assume just a couple of images, short and sweet.. A very nuanced and beautifully written poem...