SOUL of a soldier in a poet's frame, Heart of a hero in a body frail; Thine was the courage clear that did not quail Before the giant champions of shame Who wrought dishonour to the city's name; And thine the vision of the Holy Grail Of Love, revealed through Music's lucid veil, Filling thy life with heavenly song and flame. Pure was the light that lit thy glowing eye, And strong the faith that held thy simple creed. Ah, poet, patriot, friend, to serve our need Thou leavest two great gifts that will not die: Above the city's noise, thy lyric cry, -- Amid the city's strife, thy noble deed! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPELT FROM SIBYL'S LEAVES by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS SANDALPHON by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION; A POEM. ENLARGED VERSION: BOOK 2 by MARK AKENSIDE ROMANCE OF DUNOIS by HORTENSE DE BEAUHARNAIS THE RESURRECTION OF THE BODY by WITTER BYNNER OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 27 by THOMAS CAMPION TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. S. JAMES PARK by EDWARD CARPENTER |