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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: CIX
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ROUMELI HISSAR
 The Empire of the East, grown dull to fear
 By long companionship with angry fate,
 In silent anguish saw her doom appear
 In this dark fortress built upon the strait,
 And Sultan Mahmoud standing at her gate,
 For she must perish. Hissar many a year
 Struck terror into all who gazed thereat,
 Till in his turn the Turk had learned to wear
 The purple and fine linen of the State,
 And fell in impotence. These walls to--day,
 With Judas tree and lilac overgrown,
 Move all men`s hearts. For close on barbarous power
 Tread lust and indolence, and then decay,
 Till we forgive.--The very German boor,
 Who in his day of fortune moves our scorn,
 Purged of his slough, in after ages may
 Invite the tears of nations yet unborn.
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