King Julius left the south country His banners all bravely flying His followers went out with Jubilee But they shall return with sighing Loud arose the triumphal hymn The drums were loudly rolling Yet you might have heard in distance dim How a passing bell was tolling The sword so bright from battles won With unseen rust is fretting The evening comes before the noon The scarce risen sun is setting While princes hang upon his breath And nations round are fearing Close by his side a daggered Death With sheathless point stands sneering That death he took a certain aim For Death is stony-hearted And in the zenith of his fame Both power and life departed -- | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SWITZERLAND by JAMES SHERIDAN KNOWLES ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 7. ON THE USE OF POETRY by MARK AKENSIDE AT THE LATTICE by ALFRED AUSTIN ON GOOD FRIDAY, THE DAY OF OUR SAVIOUR'S PASSION by PHILIP AYRES THE CORDWRIGHT'S SONG by AUGUSTE DE BELLOY THE BOAST OF THE TIDES by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |