The potd is written by Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809-1892).
The Princess: Thy Voice is Heard
Thy voice is heard thro’ rolling drums,
That beat to battle where he stands;
Thy face across his fancy comes,
And gives the battle to his hands:
A moment, while the trumpets blow,
He sees his brood about thy knee;
The next, like fire he meets the foe,
And strikes him dead for thine and thee.
I’m really not that fond of Tennyson but this not because of his poetry, but the way we dealt with his poetry at school; it really killed my optimism when it comes to this brilliant poet. Too bad, really, but that’s the way it is…
Other recommended poems: The lady of Shalott, Morte d’Arthur, The Palace of Art and Ulysses.