On Bosworth Field by Olive Tilford Dargan — Read

Here, Richard, didst thou fall, caparisoned / With kingdoms of thy lust; / And here wouldst lie, by Fame's bent gleaners shunned, / But came unto thy dust / A swaggerer, perdy! / Who cried "A horse, a horse! " and straight / Thou wert abroad again on kingly feet / To tread eternity.