Thy Knights, O Queen, ride forth by East and West, By South and North through all the world they ride; By town and hamlet, coast and countryside, They bear thy token proudly on their crest, And in thy name are all men's wrongs redressed, And for thy love are all men's wants supplied; Seeing the honour of the Crucified Is ever in all love of thee confessed. Such knights are Basil, Benedict, and he, The Poor Man of Assisi's sainted shrine, And Dominic, and that dear lord of mine, Dauntless Loyola. Queen, we too would be Thy knights made strong with one grave smile of thine To wear thy favour, and break lance for thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY GARDEN by RALPH WALDO EMERSON WHERE THE PICNIC WAS by THOMAS HARDY HESPERUS THE BRINGER by SAPPHO ON THE PASSING OF THE LAST FIRE HORSE FROM MANHATTAN ISLAND by KENNETH SLADE ALLING GREEK POETESSES by ANTIPATER OF THESSALONICA ON GRACE CHURCH CORNER by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |