Sentinels watched in armor night and day—
Guarding the brazier-fires of hope and dream—
Wild was their peace, and dawn-bright their array!
Darling Daughter of Babylon
Too soon you wearied of our tears.
And then you danced with spangled feet,
Leading Belshazzar’s chattering court
A-tinkling through the shadowy street.
With mead they came, with chants of shame,
Desire’s red flag before them flew.