Poems (Osgood)/"Bois ton Sang, Beaumanoir"
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"BOIS TON SANG, BEAUMANOIR!"[1]
Fierce raged the combat—the foemen press'd nigh,
When from young Beaumanoir rose the wild cry,
Beaumanoir, 'mid them all, bravest and first,
"Give me to drink, for I perish of thirst!"
Hark! at his side, in the deep tones o ire,
"Bois ton sang, Beaumanoir!" shouted his sire!
When from young Beaumanoir rose the wild cry,
Beaumanoir, 'mid them all, bravest and first,
"Give me to drink, for I perish of thirst!"
Hark! at his side, in the deep tones o ire,
"Bois ton sang, Beaumanoir!" shouted his sire!
Deep had it pierced him—the foemen's swift sword—
Deeper his soul felt the wound of that word!
Back to the battle, with forehead all flush'd,
Stung to wild fury, the noble youth rush'd!
Scorn in his dark eyes—his spirit on fire—
Deeds were his answer that day to his sire.
Still where triumphant the young hero came,
Glory's bright garland encircled his name;
But in her bower, to beauty a slave,
Dearer the guerdon his lady-love gave,
While on his shield that no shame had defaced,
"Bois ton sang, Beaumanoir!" proudly she traced!
Deeper his soul felt the wound of that word!
Back to the battle, with forehead all flush'd,
Stung to wild fury, the noble youth rush'd!
Scorn in his dark eyes—his spirit on fire—
Deeds were his answer that day to his sire.
Still where triumphant the young hero came,
Glory's bright garland encircled his name;
But in her bower, to beauty a slave,
Dearer the guerdon his lady-love gave,
While on his shield that no shame had defaced,
"Bois ton sang, Beaumanoir!" proudly she traced!
- ↑ The incident is related in Froissart's Chronicles.