When fierce Caer Leon's wars were trumpeted And northern kings in flaming chariots rolled Against the host, a warrior battle-bold Left camp and court that Christ's poor folk be fed; Beside the sea where haunted pastures spread, The forest knight, whose glaves were thonged with gold, Yoked to wild bullocks broke the grassy mould, A cloud of gulls about his helmless head. And while he toiled for men in that strange land, Nor dreamed of gain or glory by his plough, Beyond the meadows moved a burning sail -- Slowly the mystic barque drew near the strand, And borne on wings above the glistening prow Fair as the star of morning shone the Grail. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE VAGABOND, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE SEVEN TIMES THREE [ - LOVE] by JEAN INGELOW FANTAISIES DECORATIVES: 2. LES BALLOONS by OSCAR WILDE TO MR. WILLIAM BASSE UPON THE NOW PUBLISHING OF HIS POEMS by RALPH BATHURST THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 100. AGE: 1 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |