Edwin Arlington Robinson - For Some Poems by Matthew Arnold lyrics

Sweeping the chords of Hellas with firm hand, He wakes lost echoes from song's cla**ic shore, And brings their crystal cadence back once more To touch the clouds and sorrows of a land Where God's truth, cramped and fettered with a band Of iron creeds, he cheers with golden lore Of heroes and the men that long before Wrought the romance of ages yet unscanned. Still does a cry through sad Valhalla go For Balder, pierced with Lok's unhappy spray — For Balder, all but spared by Frea's charms; And still does art's imperial vista show, On the hushed sands of Oxus, far away, Young Sohrab dying in his father's arms.