George Herbert Clarke, ed. (1873–1953). A Treasury of War Poetry. 1917.
W. Macneile Dixon
To Fellow Travellers in Greece
MarchSeptember, 1914’T
We trod the sacred soil of Greece,
Nor thought, where the Ilissus runs,
Of Teuton craft or Teuton guns;
Their iron challenge insolent
Would round the world’s horizons pour,
From Europe to the Australian shore.
From Trachis and Thermopylæ,
Long centuries had come and gone
Since that fierce day at Marathon;
Wall’d by our own encircling sea;
The ancient passions dead, and men
Battl’d with ledger and with pen.
The wisdom of the gods is known;
Lest freedom’s price decline, from far
Zeus hurl’d the thunderbolt of war.
The armies of the Greeks must feel,
And once again a Xerxes know
The virtue of a Spartan foe.
Retrace the starry circles old,
And the recurrent heavens decree
A Periclean dynasty.