Oh, dreams of France! Oh, faded dreams of France! <br />Ohm France, that I had ever dreamed of thee! <br />I thought to help thee bear thy brandished lance, <br />But, lo, I sail the blue Aegean sea! <br />Sweet thought of thee sill stand before mine eyes <br />While I lie fettered in this stagnant cage; <br />Unseen by me the golden Grecian skies, <br />Forgotten is the Grecian Golden Age. <br />Drear and dank this stale Ionian bark, <br />That plods its path alone Aegean ways. <br />Could I but see old Homer, tall and dark, <br />And hear the battle-laughter of his lays! <br />Farewell, oh France! Farewell, thou tortured West! <br />Bear strong thy shield above thine outraged breast.<br /><br />Leon Gellert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreams-of-france/
