THIS window hath seen many a dame and lord In robes of azure, pearl and gold that shone Bend low beneath the priestly benison Their hoods and helms whereon its radiance poured. These at the trumpet-blast would seize the sword And those the hooded falcon would set on For chace of skyey game, their masters gone To hunt for Christ the Saracenic horde. Prone lie they all on marble hearses pale. A lean hound props them in their silk or mail; They do speak, nor listen, nor give sign. Only from eyes of stone, as though undimmed, They seek and see not on the glass a-shine The unfading blossom of the Rose there limned. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I KNOW, I REMEMBER, BUT HOW CAN I HELP YOU by HAYDEN CARRUTH WHAT WE SAID THE LIGHT SAID by JAMES GALVIN TO SAMUEL COLERIDGE UPON HEARING HIS 'SOME I FEEL LIKE A MOTHERLESS..' by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO W.E.B. DUBOIS - SCHOLAR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ITALIAN PICTURES: JULY IN VALLOMBROSA by MINA LOY CONSECRATED GROUND; READ AT THE NEW YORK CITY HALL by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: ANTON SOSNOWSKI by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |