Picture Show (Sassoon collection)/Middle-Ages

by Siegfried Sassoon

MIDDLE-AGES

 

I heard a clash, and a cry,And a horseman fleeing the wood.The moon hid in a cloud.Deep in shadow I stood.'Ugly work!' thought I,Holding my breath.'Men must be cruel and proud,'Jousting for death.'

With gusty glimmering shoneThe moon; and the wind blew colder.A man went over the hill,Bent to his horse's shoulder.'Time for me to be gone'...Darkly I fled.Owls in the wood were shrill,And the moon sank red.