THIS dream come true in quaintly towered stone, This palace of desire's accomplishment, Here in his thought already had he known A sunset calm of richly earned content, When a harsh clarion summoned him to fight In sordid lists, to purge another's shame. Harp-hearted, he rang true, and proved him knight Of that high chivalry who reck not fame, Being content to stand with shield unstained Before God's face. Crown with a nation's meed The Bard -- but here, where patient and constrained He toiled, when he had hoped to soar indeed, Humbled, be still. His victory is gained And of earth's wordy praise there is no need. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS by ROBERT BURNS TO E. T.: 1917 by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE TO THE BOY by ELIZABETH CLEMENTINE DODGE KINNEY DREAM-LOVE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SONNET: 110 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE MONODY ON THE ASTOR HOUSE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS TO SAN FRANCISCO by S. J. ALEXANDER SONNET TO BRITAIN by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN POEM, READ THE SOLDIERS' WELCOME, FRANKLIN, NEW YORK, AUG. 5, 1865 by B. H. BARNES |