Flowers

Over each Syrian hillslope,
And up each Syrian glen,
Behold the billows of poppies,
Lupin and cyclamen!

Here swayed the mightiest armies,
A turbulent human flood,
And here the innocent meadows
Were dyed with innocent blood!

Darius and Alexander, —
Conquered and conqueror!
How the flowers, the faithful flowers,
Follow the feet of War!