My Pilgrimage to Agincourt.
The day was bright
the wind just right
to visit Agincourt
I faced Harfleur
a King poseur
became a Queen's consort
we walked in pairs
daydreamed affairs
my soul intent to court
I smiled at her
her raconteur
she’s my clamant resort
I pledged my heart
with sophist art
her snub impedes my sport
I fake a tear
resist a sneer
her sundered hands retort
this is the end
of us dear friend
I’ll stray with grand comport
this day now night
my soul contrite
departs from Agincourt