The fame of the fearless De Courcy
Is boundless as the air;
With his own right hand he won the land
Of Ulster, green and fair!
But he lieth low in a dungeon now,
Powerless, in proud despair;
For false King John hath cast him in,
And closely chain’d him there.
The noble knight was weary
At morn, and eve, and noon;
For chilly bright seem’d dawn’s soft light,
And icily shone the moon:
No gleaming mail gave back the rays
Of the dim unfriendly sky,
And the proud free stars disdain’d to gaze
Through his lattice, barr’d and high.
But when the trumpet-note of war
Rang through his narrow room,
Telling of banners streaming far,
Of knight, and steed, and plume;
Of the wild m
(Menella Bute Smedley)
More Poetry from Menella Bute Smedley:
Menella Bute Smedley Poems based on Topics: Light, Fairness, War & Peace- Hero Herald (Menella Bute Smedley Poems)
- Bruce And Douglas (Menella Bute Smedley Poems)
- The Enemies (Menella Bute Smedley Poems)
- A Contrast (Menella Bute Smedley Poems)
- The Conquest Of England (Menella Bute Smedley Poems)
- Old Donald (Menella Bute Smedley Poems)
Readers Who Like This Poem Also Like:
Based on Topics: Light Poems, War & Peace Poems, Fairness PoemsBased on Keywords: icily, trumpet-note, courcy