I dreamed of warriors bold; I was a pluméd Knight On champing steed, with lance and shield, Encased in armor bright. On through the night we rode, Nor met with friend or foe, Until the dawn of morning light On hill and plain below Revealed a mighty host Preparing for the fray, Advancing through the morning mists From near and far away. We hesitated not But with a forward dash, As man to man and steed to steed, We met in awful crash. As horse and man went down, Our banners floated high Across the plain, on through the hills Where met the earth and sky. What it was all about I really do not know, But it was glorious to fight In days of long ago. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AND THEY OBEY by CARL SANDBURG INFANT SORROW, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE AMERICA by ARTHUR CLEVELAND COXE DIRGE OF RORY O'MORE; 1642 by AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE I SIT AND SEW by ALICE RUTH MOORE DUNBAR-NELSON PENETRALIA by ELFRIDA DE RENNE BARROW THE BRIDES' TRAGEDY: ACT 3, SCENE 2 by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |