<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428730" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Riders</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">RHEIMS is down in fire and smoke,<br>The hour of God is at the stroke.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Round and round the ruined place,-<br>Jesu, Mary, give us grace!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are two riders clad in mail,<br>Silver as the moon pale.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One is tall as a knight's spear,<br>The younger one is lowlier.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Small and slim and like a maid-<br>Steeds and riders cast no shade.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who are then these cavaliers?<br>There was a sound as Heaven dropt tears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who are these that ride so light,<br>Soundless in the flaming light,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where Rheims burns, that was given<br>By France to Mary, Queen of Heaven?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O our Rheims, our Rheims is down,<br>Naught is left of her renown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hist! what sound is in the breeze,<br>Like the sighing of forest trees?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or a great wind, or an army,<br>Or the waves of the wild sea?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tall knight rides fierce and fast<br>To the sound of a trumpet-blast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The little knight in fire and flame,<br>Slender and soft as a dame,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rides and is not far behind:<br>His long hair floats on the wind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And ever the tramp of chivalry<br>Comes like the sound of the sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is Michael rides abroad,<br>Prince of the army of God,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And this like a lily arrayed,<br>Is Joan, the blessed Maid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rheims is down in fire and smoke<br>And the hour of God's at the stroke.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Katharine+Tynan">Katharine Tynan</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428730" data-title="The Riders de Katharine Tynan" data-description="RHEIMS is down in fire and smoke, The hour of God is at the stroke. Round and round the ruined place,- Jesu, Mary, give us grace! There are two riders clad in mail, Silver as the moon pale. One is tall as a knight's spear, The younger one is lo..."></div> </div> </div>

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