Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LILIES: 3, by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) First Line: I am tristram watching how the young souls tilt Last Line: The swordless bloodless calm of victory. Subject(s): Tristram & Isolde; Tristan And Isolde | ||||||||
I am Tristram watching how the young souls tilt. I lean with thee, my dark-haired tourney-bride, Against this pillar,press thee to my side, And sheathe my strong sword bloodied to the hilt. The stains of blood are dry thereon. Unspilt Shall be the red flood in this battle-tide: No more my plume goes, swaying in its pride, Athwart the mêlée: hushed my battle-lilt. Sweet, watch with me the combatants,nor ask Thy knightly Tristram to unsheathe his sword. To unhorse these youths were all too easy task: Their maidens' kisses are not my reward. Lo! I am Tristram. Iseult, share with me The swordless bloodless calm of victory. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A GIFT OF SPRING by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) A PRAYER by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) A VINDICATION by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) AN ACTOR'S REMINISCENCES by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) AUTUMN MESSAGES by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) ENVOI: DEATH (1) by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) ENVOI: DEATH (2) by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) FOR EVER AND EVERMORE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) IF ONLY THOU ART TRUE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) LILIES: 1. THE GREAT WAVE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |
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