HAIL to that Breton law by which a lord, Fate-hounded, -- he whose sires had sought the Grail, -- Left with the State his sword, as Honor's bail, While on a western isle he won reward Of his brave patience, in a golden hoard; -- Speeding from exile (the wide sea a jail If but the wrong wind filled his yearning sail!) To claim once more his heritage and sword. France, dost thou heed the omen? 'T was at Rennes! -- Where one who loved thee, cruel, -- loved thee, blind, -- Now fronts thee proudly with the old demand. Oh! ... thou hast broke it! ... Haste! the fragments find, And in the forge of Justice weld again That undishonored blade for his forgiving hand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO RICHARD R. WRIGHT - INSTRUCTOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE LITTLE PEOPLES by CLAUDE MCKAY DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: SIBYLLA'S DIRGE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES ON THE DEPARTURE PLATFORM by THOMAS HARDY THE LAST SIGNAL by THOMAS HARDY A CHRISTMAS CAROL (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |