Where knights courageous rescue ladies fair. Or brave a dragon in his horrid lair, Or face a giant confidently bold; But these, alas! are days of sordid gold, And what romance may bills of lading wear? What knighthood in the counting-room of care? What gallantry where things are bought and sold? Nay, blind and stupid! where the weaklings groan. The mighty mock, where privilege is massed. And poverty makes ineffectual moan. And chains of giant wrong are grimly fast. Are calls for courage man has never known, A newer knighthood braver than the past. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NICHOLAS NYE by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE SEA GODS: 2 by HILDA DOOLITTLE THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 27 by OMAR KHAYYAM CHANNING by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT TO GEORGE CRUIKSHANK, ESQ., ON SEEING HIS PICTURE ... by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE LAY OF THE LEGION by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |