HERE lies his battered armour, hacked and scarred By the long conflict. Look, what fitter place To hold the garb so honourably marred! Green house of sleep, from which the years efface One after one, man's futile traceries, As one by one frail children of the pen Faint slowly to forgotten silences. Naught is immortal but the God in men. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PSALM 104: THE MAJESTY AND MERCY OF GOD by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A MUSICAL INSTRUMENT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING RESURRECTION, IMPERFECT by JOHN DONNE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 60. AL-MU'HID by EDWIN ARNOLD THREE SONNETS WRITTEN IN MID-CHANNEL: 2 by ALFRED AUSTIN THE BALLAD OF BITTER FRUIT by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 28. WATERLOO by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |