A fleet with flags arrayed
  Sailed from the port of Brest,
And the Admiral’s ship displayed
  The signal: “Steer southwest.”
For this Admiral D’Anville
  Had sworn by cross and crown
To ravage with fire and steel
  Our helpless Boston Town...

Into the woods my Master went,
Clean forspent, forspent.
Into the woods my Master came,
Forspent with love and shame.
But the olives they were not blind to Him;
The little gray leaves were kind to Him
The thorn-tree had a mind to Him
When...

Into the woods my Master went,
Clean forspent, forspent.
Into the woods my Master came,
Forspent with love and shame.
But the olives they were not blind to Him;
The little gray leaves were kind to Him;
The thorn-tree had a mind to Him
When...

From the Provençal by Harriet Waters Preston
From “Calendau”

AT Arles in the Carlovingian days,
        By the swift Rhone water,
A hundred thousand on either side,
Christian and Saracen, fought till the tide
        Ran red with the slaughter....