Parents and children

by Charlotte M. Mason

Willing war-companions;   whiles, the horse doth carry

Me the march-paths over,   or the ocean-stallion

Fares the flood with me,   flashing in my jewels—

Often times a bower maiden,   all bedecked with armlets,

Filleth up my bosom;   whiles, bereft of covers,

I must, hard and headless,   (in the houses) lie!

Then, again, hang I,   with adornments fretted,

Winsome on the wall   where the warriors drink.

Sometimes the folk fighters,   as a fair thing on warfaring,

On the back of horses bear me;   then bedecked with jewels