Richard Chenevix Trench
Richard Chenevix Trench Poems
|2.||To a Robin Redbreast||7/2/2015|
|4.||On Perseus and Medusa||12/10/2015|
|5.||New Year's Eve||12/11/2015|
|7.||On Leaving Rome||8/5/2016|
|8.||After The Battle||1/1/2004|
|10.||The Onward Course||1/1/2004|
|12.||In A Pass Of Bavaria||1/1/2004|
Now the third and fatal conflict for the Persian throne was done,
And the Moslem's fiery valor had the crowning victory won.
Harmosan, the last and boldest the invader to defy,
Captive overborne by numbers, they were bringing forth to die.
Then exclaimed the noble captive: "Lo! I perish in my thirst;
Give me but one drink of water, and let then arrive the worst!"
In his hand he took the goblet, but awhle the draught forbore,
Seeming doubtully the purpose of the foemen to explore.
Well might then have paused the bravest -- for around him angry ...
I stood beside a pool, from whence ascended,
Mounting the cloudy platforms of the wind,
A stately heron; its soaring I attended,
Till it grew dim, and I with watching blind--
When lo! a shaft of arrowy light descended
Upon its darkness and its dim attire;
It straightway kindled them, and was afire,
And with the unconsuming radiance blended.