The poem
Some Brave, awake in you to-night, Knocked at your heart: an eagle's flight Stirred in the feather on your head. Your wide-set Indian eyes, alight Above high cheek-bones smeared with red, Unveiled cragg'd centuries, and led You, the snared wraith of bygone things- Wild ancestries of trackless Kings- 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.
was looking 4 a poem for ma ict , diz ones ok