The Epic.
"To arms!" the battle bugles blew. The daughter of their Earl was she, Lord of a thousand swords and true; He but a squire of low degree. The horns of war blew up to horse: He kissed her mouth; her face was white; "God grant they bear thee back no corse!" - "God give I win my spurs to-night!" Each watch-tower's blazing beacon scarred A blood-blot in the wounded dark: She heard knights gallop battleward, And from the turret leaned to mark. "My God, deliver me and mine! My child! my God!" all night she prayed: She saw the battle beacons shine; She saw the battle beacons fade. They brought him on a bier of spears. - For him - the death-won spurs and name; For her - the sting of secret tears, And convent walls to hide her shame.
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""To arms!" the battle bugles blew...."
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