Classic Poem

PORTHOS .

O child-like giant! in thy massive frame
A heart that grasped the world did nobly beat.
Type of the gallant musketeer complete,
Thy blow was death, thy rapier was a flame!

Pleased with a bauble, a baronnie name,
No fertile plain or castle-crowned retreat
Could stay the riotous rushing of thy feet,
When time for wonderful adventure came!

I see thee battling with a hero's zeal,
Brave in that blessed land where all are brave,
Eager for estocade at dawn or gloom;
And then, again, on pinnacled Belle Isle,
I see the grim, red hell-light of thy cave,
And watch thee die in thy Titanic tomb!