To The King, Upon His Coming With His Army Into The West.

A poem by Robert Herrick

Welcome, most welcome to our vows and us,
Most great and universal genius!
The drooping West, which hitherto has stood
As one in long-lamented widowhood,
Looks like a bride now, or a bed of flowers
Newly refresh'd both by the sun and showers.
War, which before was horrid, now appears
Lovely in you, brave prince of cavaliers!
A deal of courage in each bosom springs
By your access, O you the best of kings!
Ride on with all white omens; so that where
Your standard's up, we fix a conquest there.

Reader Comments

Tell us what you think of 'To The King, Upon His Coming With His Army Into The West.' by Robert Herrick

comments powered by Disqus

Home | Search | About this website | Contact | Privacy Policy