Classic Poem

Seven sons of the dust that are
Worthy of daisy, stone and star
Made in vigil and suffering
Worthy to hear the blackbird sing,
Roofed in the woods above;
But a maid's heart is as God's heart
And who shall speak thereof.

Seven Knights their brows that rear
Cleansed and christened of sacred fear
Seven warriors strong and sad
Seven Christs in armour clad,
His kin and kith:
But a maid's way is as God's way
And who shall strive therewith.