In bitterness of soul, Sir Eliduc Grieved that his lifelong fealty naught avail'd; All joy of life his countenance forsook, While in his winter'd mind ambition paled; His banishment unjust he could not brook, Tho' mid the storm of lies he never quail'd. With such calm dignity his lot he bore That they who loved him reverenced him the more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BROTHERHOOD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MEMORY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON JUNIUS BRUTUS BOOTH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE DARKEST HOUR; OXFORD, 1917 by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE RED TURTLENECK by KAREN SWENSON CHILD AND HER STATUE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER |