Fancy Dress by Siegfried Sassoon
Some Brave, awake in you to-night,
Knocked at your heart: an eagleâ€™s flight
Stirred in the feather on your head.
Your wide-set Indian eyes, alight
Above high cheek-bones smeared with red,
Unveiled craggâ€™d centuries, and led
You, the snared wraith of bygone thingsâ€”
Wild ancestries of trackless Kingsâ€”
Out of the past ... So men have felt
Strange anger move them as they knelt
Praying to gods serenely starred
In heavens where tomahawks are barred.