Earth's Anthem

By George Sterling

The mighty tempest of the world-war breaks—
    That Armageddon that our sires foretold.
    This is the lash the lords of Europe hold
To scourge their peoples, and the battle takes
Frontiers of flame and thunder, and Earth makes
    A melancholy music, bleakly rolled
    On fateful heavens menacing and cold,
Where Shadows gather and the Red Star shakes.

The vulture's beak is whetted for the dove.
    In vain we build our temples, and in vain
We tend the lamps of Science and of Love,
        When on the flame and consecrated oil
    War, in a vast and headlong hurricane,
        Launches the Night in which no man shall toil.

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