“Remember thou art mortal,” cautioned he
Whose whisper in your ear — unwelcomed hum –
Still sliced knife-sharp through tumult of the sea
Of cheering souls, and marching footsteps’ drum.
“Remember thou art mortal –” though, ’tis hard
When borne upon a throng that chants your name
For deeds courageous past the skill of bard
To sing, or epic poet’s words to frame…
“Remember thou art mortal!” Pray, why so?
This conquered pagan realm, supine and spread
Before you now, none other’s hands to know
As master’s. “Queenly high, her laureled head –
Such proud and shining city’d never fall!”
‘Twas sacked! Destroyed! And pleased to give it all!
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