THIS dream come true in quaintly towered stone, This palace of desire's accomplishment, Here in his thought already had he known A sunset calm of richly earned content, When a harsh clarion summoned him to fight In sordid lists, to purge another's shame. Harp-hearted, he rang true, and proved him knight Of that high chivalry who reck not fame, Being content to stand with shield unstained Before God's face. Crown with a nation's meed The Bard -- but here, where patient and constrained He toiled, when he had hoped to soar indeed, Humbled, be still. His victory is gained And of earth's wordy praise there is no need. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PIANO by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE WOODS IN WINTER by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE SEARCH (1) by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE MOCKING-BIRD by FRANK LEBBY STANTON THE EAGLE SWIFT by ADAM OF SAINT VICTOR POPULAR BALLAD: NEVER FORGET YOUR PARENTS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |