 | The poetical works of Lucy Larcom |  |
ORION.
Orion, with his glittering belt and swordGirded since time has been, while time shall be,
Looks through my window nightly upon me,
My day's work done, its weary conquests scored,
Its wearier failures bitterly deplored.
Thou splendid, soulless warrior! what to thee,
Marching along thy bloodless fields, are we,
Who hardly can a breathing-space afford,
Between the routed and the advancing foe?
Yet ours is glory that outdazzles thine:
Not before thee will we ourselves abase.
Thy stars but pave the road whereon we go,
Assured, by our alliances divine,
Of conquering yet the world, and time, and space.
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