BOOK ONE — The Church of the Conquerors

     I saw the Conquerors riding by
         With trampling feet of horse and men:
     Empire on empire like the tide
         Flooded the world and ebbed again;
 
    A thousand banners caught the sun,
         And cities smoked along the plain,
     And laden down with silk and gold
         And heaped up pillage groaned the wain.
            Kemp.