A SOLDIER of the Cromwell stamp, With sword and psalm-book by his side, At home alike in church and camp: Austere he lived, and smileless died. But she, a creature soft and fine -- From Spain, some say, some say from France; Within her veins leapt blood like wine -- She led her Roundhead lord a dance! In Grantham church they lie asleep; Just where, the verger may not know. Strange that two hundred years should keep The old ancestral fires aglow! In me these two have met again; To each my nature owes a part: To one, the cool and reasoning brain; To one, the quick, unreasoning heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE TREES by HAYDEN CARRUTH WISDOM COMETH WITH THE YEARS by COUNTEE CULLEN DAWN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON STREET-CRIES: 7. A SONG OF LOVE by SIDNEY LANIER AUTUMN SONG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD VERY EARLY SPRING by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: AMI GREEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |