'She has gone down!' they shout it from afar, <br />Kings—nobles—priests—all men of every race, <br />Whose lagging clogs Time's swift relentless pace;— <br />'She has gone down! our evil-boding star! <br />Rebellion, smitten with rebellion's sword, <br />Anarchy, done to death by slavery, <br />Of ancient right insolent enemy; <br />Beneath a hideous cloud of civil war, <br />Strife, such as heathen slaughterers had abhorr'd, <br />The lawless land, where no man was call'd lord, <br />Spurning all wholesome curb, and dreaming free <br />Her rabble rule's licentious tyranny;— <br />In the fierce splendour of her arrogant morn, <br />She has gone down! the world's eternal scorn!'<br /><br />Frances Anne Kemble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-on-the-american-war-2/
