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Grace Harriet Macurdy (18661946)
Poems of the Great War: To Melos, Pomegranate Isle
O
Sweet Melian isle, across the years
Thy Belgian sister calls to thee
In anguished sweat of blood and tears.
Hath ravaged all her loveliness.
How Athens spoiled thy prosperous land
Athenian lips with shame confess.
Of potter’s and of sculptor’s skill—
Thy folk of high undaunted hearts
As those that throb in Belgium still.
The warships long, with banners bright,
Sailed bearing Athens’ message grim—
“God hates the weak. Respect our Might.”
Stilled by the foeman’s swarming hordes,
Thy sons were slain, thy daughters sold
To serve the lusts of stranger lords.
Thy folk the foeman slew as sheep,
Across the years hear Belgium’s cry—
“O Sister, of the Wine-Dark Deep.
Not one of all my martyr roll
But keeps his faith inviolate.
Man kills our body, not our soul.”