The Kings come riding back from the Crusade, <br />The purple Kings and all their mounted men; <br />They fill the street with clamorous cavalcade; <br />The Kings have broken down the Saracen. <br />Singing a great song of the eastern wars, <br />In crimson ships across the sea they came, <br />With crimson sails and diamonded dark oars, <br />That made the Mediterranean flash with flame. <br /> <br />And reading how, in that far month, the ranks <br />Formed on the edge of the desert, armoured all, <br />I wish to God that I had been with them <br />When the first Norman leapt upon the wall, <br />And Godfrey led the foremost of the Franks, <br />And young Lord Raymond stormed Jerusalem.<br /><br />Hilaire Belloc<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/month-of-july/
