Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG, by AUBREY DE VERE First Line: His war-horse beats a distant bourne Last Line: It weeps, and so must thou! Subject(s): Smerwick, Ireland | ||||||||
HIS war-horse beats a distant bourne Till comes the glad new year; Therefore thy wheel in silence turn, And only dream him near. He fights where native monarchs be, Where Moors no longer reign: He strikes and cries, "My land, for thee!" Amid delivered Spain. O maiden of the moon-plae face And darkly lucid eye! For knights wave-washed round Smerwick's base Fair Spanish maidens sigh! The moss, till comes the glad new year, Alone may clothe the bough; Alone the raindrop deck the breer, -- It weeps, and so must thou! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROCK OF CASHEL by AUBREY DE VERE A NIGHT AT CORFU by AUBREY DE VERE CASTLECONNEL by AUBREY DE VERE COAST SCENERY by AUBREY DE VERE GOUGAUNE BARRA by AUBREY DE VERE |
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