The gold-armoured ghost from the Roman road Sighed over the wheat 'Fear not the sound and the glamour Of my gold armour -- (The sound of the wind and the wheat) Fear not its clamour . . . . Fear only the red-gold sun with the fleece of a fox Who will steal the fluttering bird you hide in your breast. Fear only the red-gold rain That will dim your brightness, O my tall tower of the corn, You, -- my blonde girl . . . .' But the wind sighed, 'Rest.' . . . The wind in his grey knight's armour The wind in his grey night armour Sighed over the fields of wheat, 'He is gone . . . Forlorn.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROMANCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HOUSE WITH THE MARBLE STEPS by AMY LOWELL SURFACES AND MASKS; 4 by CLARENCE MAJOR A JOYFUL SONG OF FIVE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD LEAVES OF A MAGAZINE by MARIANNE MOORE DEMOS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |