Chariot Poem by Jerome Brooke

Chariot



Brave queen of chariot, queen of sail,
See the milling horde.
Truth and love, spear and sword,
Weep for your Lord.

Circle of swords, war band of stone,
Dance, sing of war.
Blade of silver, cut the red flower,
Cross the cold bar.

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Jerome Brooke

Jerome Brooke

Evansville, Indiana
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