Some Brave, awake in you to-night, <br />Knocked at your heart: an eagle’s flight <br />Stirred in the feather on your head. <br />Your wide-set Indian eyes, alight <br />Above high cheek-bones smeared with red, <br />Unveiled cragg’d centuries, and led <br />You, the snared wraith of bygone things— <br />Wild ancestries of trackless Kings— <br />Out of the past ... So men have felt <br />Strange anger move them as they knelt <br />Praying to gods serenely starred <br />In heavens where tomahawks are barred.<br /><br />Siegfried Sassoon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fancy-dress/
