Lady of Light, and our best woman, and queen,
Stand now for peace, (though anger breaks your heart),
Though naught but smoke and flame and drowning is seen.
Lady of Light, speak, though you speak alone,
Though your voice may seem as a dove’s in this howling flood,
It is heard to-night by every senate and throne.
Though the widening battle of millions and millions of men
Threatens to-night to sweep the whole of the earth,
Back of the smoke is the promise of kindness again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am going to guess that WW1 inspired this piece. War is never welcomed by sensible people but humanity has never found a way to stop the tyrants except through force. Lindsay sees past the battlefield and points out the dream of peace that waits to return