Before the sixth day of the next new year, Strange wonders in this kingdom shall appear. Four kings shall be assembled in this isle, Where they shall keep great tumult for a while. Many men then shall have an end of crosses, And many likewise shall sustain great losses. Many that now full joyful are and glad, Shall at that time be sorrowful and sad. Full many a Christian's heart shall quake for fear, The dreadful sound of trump when he shall hear. Dead bones shall then be tumbled up and down, In every city and in every town. By day or night this tumult shall not cease, Until an herald shall proclaim a peace, An herald strange, the like was never born Whose very beard is flesh, and mouth is horn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WAR SONG TO ENGLISHMEN by WILLIAM BLAKE HUMAN LIFE: ON THE DENIAL OF IMMORTALITY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE FLIRT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES NUPTIAL SONG by JOHN BYRNE LEICESTER WARREN THE GULF by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE FIAMMETT: SONNET. OF FIAMMETTA SINGING by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO |