THE Knights rode up with gifts for the King, And one was a jewelled sword, And one was a suit of golden mail, And one was a golden Word. He has buckled the shining armour on, He has girt the sword at his side; He has flung at his feet the golden Word, And trampled it in his pride. The armour is pierced with many spears, And the brand is breaking in twain; But the Word has risen in storm and fire, To vanquish and to reign. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SURFACES AND MASKS; 4 by CLARENCE MAJOR IN A CUBAN GARDEN by SARA TEASDALE THE GARDEN YEAR by SARA COLERIDGE IN HOSPITAL: 10. STAFF NURSE: NEW STYLE by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY THE NIGHT-PIECE: TO JULIA by ROBERT HERRICK |