• And if he should come again
    In the old glad way,
    I should smile and take his hand.
    What were there to say?

    I should close my eyes and smile,
    And my soul would be
    Like the peace of summer noons
    Beside the sea.

  • My good blade carves the casques of men,
      My tough lance thrusteth sure,
    My strength is as the strength of ten,
      Because my heart is pure.
    The shattering trumpet shrilleth high,
      The hard brands shiver on the steel,
    The splintered spear-shafts crack and fly,
      The horse and rider reel:
    They reel, they roll in clanging lists,...