Classic Poem

Why do you groan under graven tables
Hewn with the ten hard words of God?
Writ by the huge unhuman finger
In a land of lepers and locusts trod;
Why do you seal up your ears from hearing
Music of hatred and heart's desire
Missing the madness of dear Aphrodite
The perfect crash of Apollo's lyre.

Because we ride on a raid, a raid,
Horses bridled, and horse obeyed
Spur by spur and feather by feather
All in a rank and all together
Drums a rolling and trumpets curled
Right to the end of the endless world.