MY ornaments are sword and spear, War is my pleasure near and far, My bed the cold green turf alone, My quenchless lamp yon trembling star. Long are my journeys through the day, Brief are my slumbers in the night; Thy spirit haunts me as I go; I kiss thy token with delight. From land to land I swiftly ride, And ever sail from sea to sea; And trust, fair lady, fate some day May bid these knightly lips kiss thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 29 by JAMES JOYCE THE CITY REVISITED by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET RESURRECTION UPDATE by JAMES GALVIN THE STARLING; SONNET by AMY LOWELL SURFACES AND MASKS; 12 by CLARENCE MAJOR |