THE fray began at the middle-gate, Between the night and the day; Before the matin bell was rung The foe was far away. No knight in all the land of France Could gar that foe to flee, Till up there rose a young maiden, And drove them to the sea. Sixty forts around Orleans town, And sixty forts of stone! Sixty forts at our gates last night -- To-day there is not one! Talbot, Suffolk, and Pole are fled Beyond the Loire, in fear -- Many a captain who would not drink Hath drunken deeply there -- Many a captain is fallen and drowned, And many a knight is dead, And many die in the misty dawn While the forts are burning red. Sixty forts around Orleans town, And sixty forts of stone! Sixty forts at our gates last night -- To-day there is not one! The blood ran off our spears all night As the rain runs off the roofs -- God rest their souls that fell i' the fight Among our horses' hoofs! They came to rob us of our own With sword and spear and lance, They fell and clutched the stubborn earth, And bit the dust of France! Sixty forts around Orleans town, And sixty forts of stone! Sixty forts at our gates last night -- To-day there is not one. We fought across the moonless dark Against their unseen hands -- A knight came out of Paradise And fought among our bands. Fight on, O maiden knight of God! Fight on and never tire, For lo! the misty break o' the day Sees all their forts on fire! Sixty forts around Orleans town, And sixty forts of stone! Sixty forts at our gates last night -- To-day there is not one. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UPON THE DEATH OF THE LORD HASTINGS by JOHN DRYDEN THE BROOK: WINTER by LAURA ABELL FELDMESTEN OR MEASURING THE GRAVES by ALTER ABELSON VERSES TO HER WHO IS JUSTLY ENTITLED TO THEM by BERNARD BARTON FOR STURDY FEET by A. DOROTHEA BATES |