Poem by Louise Imogen Guiney

The Vigil-at-Arms

KEEP holy watch with silence, prayer, and fasting
Till morning break, and all the bugles play;
Unto the One aware from everlasting
Dear are the winners: thou art more than they.

Forth from this peace on manhood’s way thou goest,
Flushed with resolve, and radiant in mail;
Blessing supreme for men unborn thou sowest,
O knight elect! O soul ordained to fail!

1. Florentin
2. Heathenesse
3. A Memory of a Breconshire Valley
4. Friendship Broken
5. Rooks in New College Gardens

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