THE WARRIOR.
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But when the knight of her love was gone,
She went to her bower to weep alone.
The warrior past,—but first he took
At the castle-wall one parting look,
And thought of the evening when he should bring
His ladye his battle offering;
Then like a thought he dashed o'er the plain,
And with banner and brand came his vassal train.
It was a thrilling sound to hear
The bugle's welcome of warlike cheer;
It was a thrilling sight to see
The ranks of that gallant company:
Many were there stately and tall,
But Edith's knight was the first of all.—
The day is past, and the moonbeams weep
O'er the many that rest in their last cold sleep;
