VIII

War is Kind and Other Lines (1899)

Fast rode the knightWith spurs, hot and reeking,Ever waving an eager sword,“To save my lady!”Fast rode the knight,And leaped from saddle to war.Men of steel flickered and gleamedLike riot of silver lights,And the gold of the knight’s good bannerStill waved on a castle wall.… . .A horse,Blowing, staggering, bloody thing,Forgotten at foot of castle wall.A horseDead at foot of castle wall.