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From the Armand Diaries, November 1947:
A poem by Maurice Baring I like:
I am the Prince of unremembered towers
Destroyed before the birth of Babylon ;
And I was there when all the forest shone
While pale Medea culled her deadly flowers.
I heard the iron weeping of the King,
When Orpheus sang to life his buried joy ;
And I beheld upon the walls of Troy
The woman who made of death a little thing.
I heard the horn that shook the mountain
tall,
When Roland lay defeated, and the call
That fevered Tristram whispered o'er the sea,
And brought Iseult of Cornwall to his side.
I saw the Queen of Egypt like a bride
Go glorious to her dead Mark Anthony.
It expresses my love of great
literature and the world's cultural heritage.
It sounds fine to read, and God, it makes
sense, how rare in modern poetry.
It was written, I think, some years ago.
From an article on Baring in October (?) 1947,
Atlantic Monthly and not like the A.M.'s
normal outbursts along poetic (?) lines.