FURL we the sails, and pass with tardy oars Through these bright regions, casting many a glance Upon the dream-like issues -- the romance Of many-coloured life that Fortune pours Round the Crusaders, till on distant shores Their labours end; or they return to lie, The vow performed, in cross-legged effigy, Devoutly stretched upon their chancel floors. Am I deceived? Or is their requiem chanted By voices never mute when Heaven unties Her inmost, softest, tenderest harmonies; Requiem which Earth takes up with voice undaunted, When she would tell how Brave, and Good, and Wise, For their high guerdon not in vain have panted! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR A' THAT AND A' THAT by CHARLES WILLIAM SHIRLEY BROOKS HYMN: FIRST SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY: 2 by REGINALD HEBER IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH JIM'S WHISTLE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 61. AL-MO'HYI by EDWIN ARNOLD LAMENT OF AROMAITERAI by AROMAITERAI |