As when the sceptre dangles from the hand Of some king doting, faction runneth wild, Thieves shake their chains and traitors, long exiled, Hover about the confines of the land, Till the young Prince, anointed, takes command, Full of high purpose, simple, trustful, mild, And, smitten by his radiance undefiled, The ruffians are abashed, the cowards stand: -- So in my kingdom riot and despair Lived by thy lack, and called for thy control, But at thy coming all the world grew fair; Away before thy face the villians stole, And panoplied I rose to do and bear, When love his clarion sounded in my soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HURRICANE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT MIDNIGHT ON THE GREAT WESTERN by THOMAS HARDY BREAK, BREAK, BREAK by ALFRED TENNYSON A SONG OF CONTRDICTIONS by SAMUEL LAMAN BLANCHARD THE ALLIGATOR by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |