He Fell Among Thieves The Bridegroom stood in the open door, And the third time that he waved his hands And of every flake of falling snow, Before it touched the ground, There came a dove, and a thousand doves Made sweet sound. 'Twas the body of Judas Iscariot Floated away full fleet, And the wings of the doves that bare it off Were like its winding-sheet. 'Twas the Bridegroom stood at the open door, And beckoned, smiling sweet; 'Twas the soul of Judas Iscariot "The Holy Supper is spread within, The supper wine is poured at last, And dries them with his hair. 2711 Robert Buchanan [1841-1901] HE FELL AMONG THIEVES "YE have robbed," said he, "ye have slaughtered and made an end, Take your ill-got plunder, and bury the dead: What will ye more of your guest and sometime friend?" "Blood for our blood,” they said. He laughed: "If one may settle the score for five, He flung his empty revolver down the slope, He climbed alone to the Eastward edge of the trees; He did not hear the monotonous roar that fills He saw the April noon on his books aglow, He heard his father's voice from the terrace below He saw the gray little church across the park, The mounds that hid the loved and honored dead; The Norman arch, the chancel softly dark, The brasses black and red. He saw the School Close, sunny and green, The runner beside him, the stand by the parapet wall, The distant tape, and the crowd roaring between, His own name over all. He saw the dark wainscot and timbered roof, The long tables, and the faces merry and keen; The College Eight and their trainer dining aloof, The Dons on the daïs serene. He watched the liner's stem plowing the foam, He felt her trembling speed and the thrash of her screw; He heard the passengers' voices talking of home, He saw the flag she flew. The Last Hunt 2713 And now it was dawn. He rose strong on his feet, Light on the Laspur hills was broadening fast, The blood-red snow-peaks chilled to a dazzling white; He turned, and saw the golden circle at last, Cut by the Eastern height. "O glorious Life, Who dwellest in earth and sun, I have lived, I praise and adore Thee." Over the pass the voices one by one A sword swept. Faded, and the hill slept. Henry Newbolt [1862 THE LAST HUNT OH, it's twenty gallant gentlemen And gleam upon the spear; They galloped through the meadow-grass, And lightest tossed his plume. There's no delight by day or night They rode into the dark greenwood The yellow sunshine played; Break off amid their glee, They saw the startled leveret, Wind, wind the horn, on summer morn! There's health for horse and gentleman They panted up Ben Lomond's side Then sound not on the bugle-horn, Lest ye should start the timid hart A-drinking at the lake. Now they have reached the Brownies' Lake,— A blue eye in the wood, And on its brink a moment's space All motionless they stood: With fifty bowstrings' twang, Full fifty arrows sang. Ah, better for those gentlemen, Than horn and slender spear, Not one of that brave company André's Ride Ah, what avails the silver horn, O'er ridge and hollow sped the horse Deep in the forest lurks the foe, William Roscoe Thayer [1859 ANDRE'S RIDE WHEN André rode to Pont-du-lac, Mon Dieu! the tumult in the town! Of aught that lay to hand was made; When André rode to Pont-du-lac, 2715 |