A Vision


Two crownèd Kings, and One that stood alone With no green weight of laurels round his head, But with sad eyes as one uncomforted, And wearied with man’s never-ceasing moan For sins no bleating victim can atone, And sweet long lips with tears and kisses fed. Girt was he in a garment black and red, And at his feet I marked a broken stone Which sent up lilies, dove-like, to his knees. Now at their sight, my heart being lit with flame I cried to Beatricé, “Who are these?” And she made answer, knowing well each name, “Æschylos first, the second Sophokles, And last (wide stream of tears!) Euripides.”


Congratulations! Your recitation has been created. Let's wait and see what others think of your performance.

Now playing

sergey May 20, 2013 at 7:45am

This is awful and robratterman sucks!

Reply

robert-bobert May 21, 2013 at 3:10am

Yeah, this guy is just nuts!

robratterman May 21, 2013 at 3:12am

YOU BOTH ARE FIRED!!!

poemz recitations




No one has recorded this poem yet! Be the first!
more

or

Upload .mp3 file
or click here to cancel.

Please allow us to use your microphone...

Recording in progress

00:00

Please wait while we upload your record...

Review your performance