The kings come riding home from the Crusade, The purple kings with all their mounted men. They fill the street with clamorous cavalcade. The kings have broken down the Saracen. Singing a great song of the Eastern wars, In crimson ships across the sea they came, With crimson sails and diamonded dark oars That made the Mediterranean flash like flame. And, reading how in that dark month the ranks Formed on the edge of the desert, armoured all, I wished to God that I had been with them, When Godfrey led the foremost of the Franks, And the first Norman leaped upon the wall, And young Lord Raymond stormed Jerusalem. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A COMPARISON [ADDRESSED] TO A YOUNG LADY by WILLIAM COWPER THE NYMPH'S REPLY TO THE SHEPHERD by WALTER RALEIGH A MOTHER'S BIRTHDAY by HENRY VAN DYKE HAVE YOU PLANTED A TREE? by HENRY ABBEY WHITE SWORD by WINIFRED ADAMS BURR THOMPSON'S VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |