Henry V

 

 

 

 

 

Circa 1967

 

Henry Plantagenet

Mounted amidst your archers on the slope

I as a child could not forget

The splendour of your triumph beyond hope

 

Later to learn

That when that long green field was churned to brown

And that unnumbered vividly encumbered cavalry went down

You had set England, though you could not see

Upon the long dark road toward Gallipoli

 

King by the grace of God

Since your tempestuous father clawed his sad lord down

At least your proud head did not nod

Beneath the heavy burden of a borrowed crown

 

Nor did you spurn

To govern justly and give all their due

Though all your haughty high born foes dealt otherwise with you

And if your finger falsely wore the lion ring

You surely showed them what it was to be a king

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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