Sonnets from a Lock Box - Part of 8
Here let Great Fortunes scroll their pedigrees,
Strange armorings of purple and of gold—
The Lion Rampant … see, I have been bold!—
The Running Fox … I am more swift than these!
How warm with history Great Fortunes are,
How blazonéd with rich heraldic signs,
With emblems of strong cities, ships and mines,
The oil, the corn, and all the pomp of war.
Some bear a crown and some a bloody sword,
Cruelly bright with the cold flash of steel.
Some in their gorgeous quarterings reveal
The penny in the fish-catch of the Lord.
How few they are whose colors shall endure.
How few they are whose blood rides proud and pure.
Strange armorings of purple and of gold—
The Lion Rampant … see, I have been bold!—
The Running Fox … I am more swift than these!
How warm with history Great Fortunes are,
How blazonéd with rich heraldic signs,
With emblems of strong cities, ships and mines,
The oil, the corn, and all the pomp of war.
Some bear a crown and some a bloody sword,
Cruelly bright with the cold flash of steel.
Some in their gorgeous quarterings reveal
The penny in the fish-catch of the Lord.
How few they are whose colors shall endure.
How few they are whose blood rides proud and pure.
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