BEYOND the bridge that spans the encircling fosse, The morning sunlight sparkles on the mail, Loud trumpets blare: unfurled, the pennants sail With serpent tongues that the gay breezes toss Toward the scarlet East. And, far across The wooded splendour of the northern dale, Death shall hold carnival, till streamlets pale Out-vie the western orb's empurpled boss. Brother, whose genius makes the canvas glow Warm and alive, as only genius can, Surely your stormy spirit met the foe That pageant morning in some other man, Who fought and conquered. This, at least, I know, Victor or vanquished, you were in the van. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAMPUS SONNET: MAY MORNING by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET WHAT I'VE BELIEVED IN by JAMES GALVIN PEACE (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PERSPECTIVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SURFACES AND MASKS; 7 by CLARENCE MAJOR BROTHERHOOD (2) by EDWIN MARKHAM FACADE: 7. MADAME MOUSE TROTS by EDITH SITWELL |