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2      That beat to battle where he stands;
3Thy face across his fancy comes,
4      And gives the battle to his hands:
5A moment, while the trumpets blow,
6      He sees his brood about thy knee;
7The next, like fire he meets the foe,
8      And strikes him dead for thine and thee.

Notes

1] The Princess: A Medley, published 1847. The first edition contained only four of the lyrics: "Tears, idle tears," "O Swallow Swallow," "Now sleeps the crimson petal," and "Come down, O maid." This poem was added in the edition of 1850. Back to Line