Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? / Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing? / Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Tag: WWII
“We who have bowed ourselves to Time,” by Geoffrey Bache Smith (Remembrance Day 2020)
We who have bowed ourselves to time / Now arm an uneventful rime / With panoply of flowers / Through the long summer hours… / But now our fierce and warlike Muse / Doth soft companionship refuse, / And we must mount and ride / Upon a steed untried…
Remembered Lore