Classic and Contemporary Poetry
JOHN CAVALIER, by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: These are your hills, john cavalier Last Line: To sleep with dead john cavalier. Alternate Author Name(s): Stevenson, Robert Lewis Balfour Subject(s): Cavalier, Jean (1681-1740) | ||||||||
These are your hills, John Cavalier. Your father's kids you tended here, And grew, among these mountains wild, A humble and religious child. Fate turned the wheel; you grew and grew; Bold Marshals doffed the hat to you; God whispered counsels in your ear To guide your sallies, Cavalier. You shook the earth with martial tread; The ensigns fluttered by your head; In Spain or France, Velay or Kent, The music sounded as you went. Much would I give if I might spy Your brave battalions marching by; Or, on the wind, if I might hear Your drums and bugles, Cavalier. In vain. O'er all the windy hill, The ways are void, the air is still, Alone, below the echoing rock, The shepherd calls upon his flock. The wars of Spain and of Cevennes, The bugles and the marching men, The horse you rode for many a year -- Where are they now, John Cavalier? All armies march the selfsame way Far from the cheerful eye of day; And you and yours marched down below About two hundred years ago. Over the hills, into the shade, Journeys each mortal cavalcade; Out of the sound, out of the sun, They go when their day's work is done; And all shall doff the bandoleer To sleep with dead John Cavalier. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A GOOD PLAY by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON ALCAICS: TO H. F. BROWN by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON AT THE SEASIDE by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON AUNTIE'S SKIRTS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON CHRISTMAS AT SEA by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON ENVOY: 2. TO MY MOTHER by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON ENVOY: 5. TO MY NAME-CHILD by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON ESCAPE AT BEDTIME by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON FAREWELL TO THE FARM by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON FOREIGN CHILDREN by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |
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