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Poem by Aubrey De Vere The Council of Clermont AMID the throng the Hermit stood; so wan, Careworn, and travel-soiled; with genius high Throned on his brow, shrined in his spiritual eye. The Hermit spake, and through the council ran A tremor, not of fear; as in the van, Chafing before embattled chivalry, A proud steed listens for the clarion’s cry, So sprang they to their feet: and every man, Pontiff and prince, prelate and peer, caught up Their swords, and kissed the crosiered hilts, and swore, As though their lips the sacramental cup Had touched, Christ’s sepulchre to free! The shore Of Asia heard that sound, in thunder hurled,— “Deus id vult,”—from Clermont through the world! Aubrey De Vere Aubrey De Vere's other poems: 1173 Views |
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