The kings come riding home from the Crusade, The purple kings with all their mounted men. They fill the street with clamorous cavalcade. The kings have broken down the Saracen. Singing a great song of the Eastern wars, In crimson ships across the sea they came, With crimson sails and diamonded dark oars That made the Mediterranean flash like flame. And, reading how in that dark month the ranks Formed on the edge of the desert, armoured all, I wished to God that I had been with them, When Godfrey led the foremost of the Franks, And the first Norman leaped upon the wall, And young Lord Raymond stormed Jerusalem. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH: FOR MY GRANDMOTHER by COUNTEE CULLEN HASTE NOT! REST NOT! by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE ODE ON SOLITUDE (FINAL PRINTED VERSION) by ALEXANDER POPE HELIADES: ZEUS, BRAZEN THUNDER-HURLER by AESCHYLUS ZINNIAS by ANNA EMILIA BAGSTAD THE ROAD TO APPENZELL by HENRY GLASSFORD BELL FORMALITY AND THE SOUL: 2. JAMES MACNEIL WHISTLER by KARL W. BIGELOW |