BEFORE those counterscarps of lace, Which offer such undreamed resistance, I have so fallen into disgrace, O Marshal, that I crave assistance. In vain I send my Jacqueminot Each day to speak her fair and tender; With scornful lip the lovely foe Each day refuses to surrender. I cry you help, O flower of knights, Upon my bended knee I sue it; If any man can scale those heights, You, Marshal, you're the man can do it! To plant above that heart of steel (In front of which I bend despairing) Your golden ensign -- Marshal Niel, It were a venture worth your daring! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THEY ACCUSE ME OF NOT TALKING by HAYDEN CARRUTH DOMEDAY BOOK: JOHN CAMPBELL AND CARL EATON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE WHITE LIGHTS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON DECEPTION PASS; FOR JUDY AND MARK KAWASAKI by KAREN SWENSON WHAT THE BULLET SANG by FRANCIS BRET HARTE |