The gold-armoured ghost from the Roman road Sighed over the wheat 'Fear not the sound and the glamour Of my gold armour -- (The sound of the wind and the wheat) Fear not its clamour . . . . Fear only the red-gold sun with the fleece of a fox Who will steal the fluttering bird you hide in your breast. Fear only the red-gold rain That will dim your brightness, O my tall tower of the corn, You, -- my blonde girl . . . .' But the wind sighed, 'Rest.' . . . The wind in his grey knight's armour The wind in his grey night armour Sighed over the fields of wheat, 'He is gone . . . Forlorn.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 74 by PHILIP SIDNEY ON AN INTAGLIO HEAD OF MINERVA (2) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH LOST HAPPINESS by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE LILY OF THE VALLEY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES PSALM 140 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A HIGHLAND VILLAGE by MATHILDE BLIND THE AGELESS CHRIST by B. L. BYER THE SOUL'S TENDENCY TOWARDS ITS TRUE CENTRE by JOHN BYROM MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE LORD HAYES: SONG. ROSES by THOMAS CAMPION |