A Poem by Hugh Owen Meredith [published 1911]
London speaks: her word goes forth
East and West, South and North;
All the nations heed her voice,
London makes her choice:
Bids the nations starve or feast;
North and South, West and East,
Meal is set, or meal deferr'd,
As she speaks the word.
War or peace, as likes her best;
South and North, East and West,
Flags unfurl and flags are furl'd
Over all the world.
What is the tongue in London's mouth,
West and East, North and South?
What is it that makes her bold?
'Tis her tongue of gold.
This poem comes from the collection 'Weekday Poems' published by Edward Arnold in 1911
More work from Hugh Owen Meredith in this collection
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