The Oxford Book of Canadian Verse
A Galley Slave of SidonWilliam Talbot Allison (18741941)
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Her dream of empire and her fame?
Chained to the trireme’s oar, defiant, grim,
He cries his curses on her name.
For new dominions, unknown seas,
And all the untouched wonders of the west,
And apples of Hesperides?
His withered heart; his Dacian home
All but forgot; faint and far-off the screams
Of his young brood destroyed by Rome.
That holds him to his daily death?
Can Sidon’s prayers for her great quest be more
To this dull slave than idle breath?
Are hollow echoes on the wind;
The chiefs of Sidon seek the outer sea,
Fame lures them far, and Fate is blind.
But Sidon’s hopes were doomed, and fickle Fate
Denied the splendid galley’s quest;
Fate heard the slave’s prayer daily hissed in hate,—
His quest was death, his hope was rest.