I sing what was lost and dread what was won, I walk in a battle fought over again, My king a lost king, and lost soldiers my men; Feet to the Rising and Setting may run, They always beat on the same small stone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF KAREN, THE DANCING CHILD by KATHERINE MANSFIELD VARIATIONS: 15 by CONRAD AIKEN SANTORIN (A LEGEND OF THE AEGEAN) by JAMES ELROY FLECKER IDYLLS OF THE KING: THE HOLY GRAIL by ALFRED TENNYSON FULFILLMENT by CLARIBEL WEEKS AVERY LAPLAND by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD PSALM 92 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |