QWHEN Alexander our kynge was dede, That Scotland lede in lauche and le, Away was sons of alle and brede, Of wyne and wax, of gamyn and gle. Our golde was changit into lede. Crist, borne into virgynyte, Succoure Scotlande and ramede, That is stade in perplexite. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 12 by CONRAD AIKEN GHOSTS OF A LUNATIC ASYLUM by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET NORTH WINTER by HAYDEN CARRUTH ON TALK OF PEACE AT THIS TIME by ROBERT FROST THE POET; SONNET by AMY LOWELL MIDSUMMER FROST (2) by ISAAC ROSENBERG |