Oh, we are young and it is Spring; The road before our feet is plain; Our eyes are glowing, and we sing; Our armor has nor dent nor stain. Of high adventure we are fain And hope is bright with every dawn; Through Arcady and through Cockaigne We're on our way to Carcassonne. Now we are bearded men who swing Tried swords; who know the battle strain. Our challenge to the world we fling: "Whoso oppose us shall be slain!" Giants and dragons all in vain Shall bar the roads we're marching on. Seasoned in body, heart and brain, We're on our way to Carcassonne. Now we are old, our voices ring A little cracked. Our spirits wane. Our ranks are thinned. The seasons bring Little but weariness and pain. But our proud purpose we maintain, Although our strength is almost gone. Perhaps the goal we still shall gain, We're on our way to Carcassonne. ENVOY Those towers gold as ripened grain Perchance we may not gaze upon, And yet, through sunshine, wind and rain, We're on our way to Carcassonne. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEMORY by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR PHILLIS'S AGE by MATTHEW PRIOR OFF MESOLONGI by ALFRED AUSTIN MARCH: A BULL ON THE HORIZON by A. G. BECKMANN THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 49. FAREWELL TO JULIET (11) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT PATER FILIO by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES AUTUMN MOOD by SELETHA A. BROWN |