By Blue Ontario's Shore（一）

    By blue Ontario's shore，

    As I mused of these warlike days and of peace return'd， and

    the dead that return no more，

    A Phantom gigantic superb， with stern visage accosted me，

    Chant me the poem， it said， that comes from the soul of

    America， chant me the carol of victory，

    And strike up the marches of Libertad， marches more powerful

    yet，

    And sing me before you go the song of the throes of

    Democracy.

    （Democracy， the destin'd conqueror， yet treacherous

    lipsmiles everywhere，

    And death and infidelity at every step.）