A memorial of the parish and family of Hanmer in Flintshire out of the thirteenth into the nineteenth century: By John Lord Hanmer |
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AULETES: AN EPITAPH. |
 | A memorial of the parish and family of Hanmer |  |
AULETES: AN EPITAPH.
Stranger, I was a piper, and have blownFierce music in the faces of the foe;
Now underneath the marshes I lie low,
Here, where his thickest harvest Death hath mown.
The cane brakes in the waning of the moon
Murmur about me, quivering to and fro;
Louder the rattling through the ranks did go
Of the long spears that on the earth were strewn.
Not of a head averted and down looks
Was I, as to the feasts that morning chases,
Those who invite beneath the Egyptian star;
Their art the serpent from his coil unlaces,
But like the wind over the mountain brooks
Mine poured the exulting melodies of war.
| A memorial of the parish and family of Hanmer | |