You thought me sunk in lethargy, too deeply drugged with sleep
To notice how your armored fleets kept creeping o’er the deep,
Too indolent to organize, too feeble to resist,
Too timid to return the blow of Europe’s mail
(John Lawson Stoddard)
More Poetry from John Lawson Stoddard:
- Rachel (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)
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- Japan,--Old And New (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)
- Rome Revisited (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)
- The Kiss To The Flag (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)
- Tripoli (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)