JOAN of ARC.
BOOK THE THIRD.
THE early sun beams on the latticed cot;
Up spring the travellers, and along their way
Holding high converse speed. So as they pass,
Fast by a spring that welling at his feet
With many a winding crept along the mead,5
A Knight they saw. He at his plain repast
Felt the West wind play round his ungirt brow.
Him, drawing near the Bastard recogniz'd,
The gallant friend of Orleans, the brave chief
Du Chastel; and the mutual greeting pass'd,10
They on the streamlet's mossy brink reclin'd,
Paus'd on their way, the frugal fare partook
And drank the running waters.
M
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