Poland

Augurs that watched archaic birds     Such plumd prodigies might read,     The eagles that were double-faced,     The eagle that was black indeed;     And when the battle-birds went down     And in their track the vultures come,     We know what pardon and what peace     Will keep our little masters dumb.     The men that sell what others make,     As vultures eat what others slay,     Will prove in matching plume with plume     That naught is black and all is grey;     Grey as those dingy doves that once,     By money-changers palmed and priced,     Amid the crash of tables flapped     And huddled from the wrath of Christ.     But raised for ever for a sign     Since God made anger glorious,     Where eagles black and vultures grey     Flocked back about the heroic house,     Where war is holier than peace,     Where hate is holier than love,     Shone terrible as the Holy Ghost     An eagle whiter than a dove.