Thus pass the glories of the world!
He lies beneath the pall’s white folds:
His sword is sheathed, his pennon furled,
Him silence holds.
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I get the impression that this poem is about an eternally resting knight or prince perhaps a statue in a church or grave yard.. it's a very poem about chivalry and honor..
This may be in the 'modern poems' section but I find it extremely formal and old fashioned sounding. Can't say I enjoyed it.
To-morrow hath no hope for him, / No clasp of friend, no grip of foe: ............. practically these burdens are heavy for man to bear everyday life. Better rest him peace. Tight and close to thoughts. Words are matched to express the wisdom.................... Pranab k c
This is a perfectly measured poem- perfect, regardless of epoch, expressive of stoical sentiments disturbing to fantacists, thereby accounting for its tepid reception. 'His sword is sheathed, his pennon furled' is particularly effective. MM.