When fierce Caer Leon's wars were trumpeted And northern kings in flaming chariots rolled Against the host, a warrior battle-bold Left camp and court that Christ's poor folk be fed; Beside the sea where haunted pastures spread, The forest knight, whose glaves were thonged with gold, Yoked to wild bullocks broke the grassy mould, A cloud of gulls about his helmless head. And while he toiled for men in that strange land, Nor dreamed of gain or glory by his plough, Beyond the meadows moved a burning sail -- Slowly the mystic barque drew near the strand, And borne on wings above the glistening prow Fair as the star of morning shone the Grail. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RAINY SUMMER by ALICE MEYNELL THE WILD DUCK'S NEST by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH MYRTILLA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO ANACREON by ANTIPATER OF SIDON MAGIC TOURS by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN THE MEADOW STREAM by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE GOLDEN ODES OF PRE-ISLAMIC ARABIA: LEBID by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |