The Man with the Golden Helmet
Resplendent in his gilded helm,
This aged man of war
Fills up this frame with shoulders broad
While gazing toward the floor.
From window high or chandelier
His helm and gorget glossed.
But faded coat of royal hue
In darkened backdrop’s lost.
His famous helm is highly domed
Its brim and comb but brief,
Ornately wrought with floral print
In striking bas-relief.
The leather chin-strap’s barely seen;
By golden cheek-guards bested.
And on the cap, with feathered plume
Of red and white it’s crested.
Who is this man of battles past
Whose strong yet haggard face
Conceals the secrets of his mind,
Of victories and disgrace?
We may never know this regal man
Nor where his helmet lies,
But here in Rembrandt’s skillful oils
He is immortalized!
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