"AY, not at home, then, didst thou say? -- And, prithee, hath he gone to court?" "Nay; he hath sailed but yesterday, With Edmund Spenser, from this port. "This Spenser, folk do say, hath writ Twelve cantos, called 'The Faerie Queene.' To seek for one to publish it, They go -- on a long voyage, I ween." Ah me! I came so far to see This ruffed and plumed cavalier, -- He whom romance and history, Alike, to all the world make dear. And I had some strange things to tell Of our New World, where he hath been; And now they say -- I marked them well -- They say the Master is not in! The knaves speak not the truth; I see Sir Walter at the window there. -- That is the hat, the sword, which he In pictures hath been pleased to wear. There hangs the very cloak whereon Elizabeth set foot. (But oh, Young diplomat, as things have gone, Pity it is she soiled it so!) And there -- but look! he's lost in smoke: (That weirdly charmed Virginia weed!) Make haste, bring anything; his cloak -- They save him with a shower, indeed! ... Ay, lost in smoke. I linger where He walked his garden. Day is dim, And death-sweet scents rise to the air From flowers that gave their breath to him. There, with its thousand years of tombs, The dark church glimmers where he prayed; Here, with that high head shorn of plumes, The tree he planted gave him shade. That high head shorn of plumes? Even so It stained the Tower, when gray with grief. O tree he planted, as I go, For him I tenderly take a leaf. I have been dreaming here, they say, Of one dead knight forgot at court. -- And yet he sailed but yesterday, With Edmund Spenser, from this port. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COUNTRY SCHOOLROOM, ADIRONDACK MOUNTAINS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER PRIMROSE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS TO HIS HEART, BIDDING IT HAVE NO FEAR by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS EURIPIDES by ALEXANDER AETOLUS SONNET FROM JAPAN: 2. THE SHRINE OF THE PILGRIM SANDALS by ADELAIDE NICHOLS BAKER OTHER SPRINGS by ROSEMARY BASEFLUG |