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'Courage was cast about her like a dress	A
Of solemn comeliness	A
A gathered mind and an untroubled face	A
Did give her dangers grace ' Donne	B
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The war note of the Saracen	B
Was on the winds of France	A
It had stilled the harp of the Troubadour	C
And the clash of the tourney's lance	A
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The sounds of the sea and the sounds of the night	D
And the hollow echoes of charge and flight	D
Were around Clotilde as she knelt to pray	E
In a chapel where the mighty lay	E
On the old Provencal shore	C
Many a Chatillon beneath	F
Unstirred by the ringing trumpet's breath	G
His shroud of armour wore	C
And the glimpses of moonlight that went and came	H
Through the clouds like bursts of a dying flame	H
Gave quivering life to the slumber pale	I
Of stern forms crouched in their marble mail	I
At rest on the tombs of the knightly race	A
The silent throngs of that burial place	A
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They were imaged there with helm and spear	J
As leaders in many a bold career	J
And haughty their stillness looked and high	K
Like a sleep whose dreams were of victory	L
But meekly the voice of the lady rose	A
Through the trophies of their proud repose	A
Meekly yet fervantly calling down aid	M
Under their banners of battle she prayed	M
With her pale fair brow and her eyes of love	N
Upraised to the Virgin's portrayed above	N
And her hair flung back till it swept the grave	O
Of a Chatillon with its gleamy wave	O
And her fragile frame at every blast	P
That full of the savage war horn passed	P
Trembling as trembles a bird's quick heart	Q
When it vainly strives from its cage to part	Q
So knelt she in her woe	R
A weeper alone with the tearless dead	S
Oh they reck not of tears o'er their quiet shed	S
Or the dust that stirred below	R
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Hark a swift step she hath caught its tone	B
Through the dash of the sea through the wild wind's moan	B
Is her lord returned with his conquering bands	A
No a breathless vassal before her stands	A
'Hast thou been on the field Art thou come from the host '	-
'from the slaughter lady All all is lost	T
Our banners are taken our knights laid low	R
Our spearmen chased by the Paynim foe	R
And thy lord ' his voice took a sadder sound	U
'Thy lord he is not on the bloody ground	U
There are those who tell that the leader's plume	V
Was seen on the flight through the gathering gloom '	-
A change o'er her mien and her spirit passed	P
She ruled the heart which had beat so fast	P
She dashed the tears from her kindling eye	K
With a glance as of sudden royalty	L
The proud blood sprang in a fiery flow	R
Quick o'er bosom and cheek and brow	W
And her young voice rose till the peasant shook	X
At the thrilling tone and the falcon look	X
'dost thou stand by the tombs of the glorious dead	S
And fear not to say that their son hath fled	S
Away he is lying by lance and shield	Y
Point me the path to his battle field '	-
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The shadows of the forest	Z
Are about the lady now	W
She is hurrying through the midnight on	B
Beneath the dark pine bough	W
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There's a murmur of omens in every leaf	A2
There's a wail in the stream like the dirge of a chief	A2
The branches that rock to the tempest strife	B2
Are groaning like things of troubled life	B2
The wind from the battle seems rushing by	K
With a funeral march through the gloomy sky	K
The pathway is rugged and wild and long	C2
But her fame in the daring of love is strong	C2
And her soul as on swelling seas upborne	B
And girded all fearful things to scorn	B
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And fearful things were around her spread	S
When she reached the field of the warrior dead	S
There lay the noble the valiant low	R
Ay but	D2
one	B
word speaks of deeper woe	R
There lay the	E2
loved	F2
on each fallen head	S
Mothers' vain blessings and tears had shed	S
Sisters were watching in many a home	G2
For the fettered footstep no more to come	H2
Names in the prayer of that night were spoken	B
Whose claim unto kindred prayer was broken	B
And the fire was heaped and the bright wine poured	I2
For those now needing nor hearth nor board	I2
Only a requiem a shroud a knell	J2
And oh ye beloved of women farewell	J2
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Silently with lips compressed	K2
Pale hands clasped above her breast	K2
Stately brow of anguish high	K
Deathlike cheek but dauntless eye	K
Silently o'er that red plain	B
Moved the lady 'midst the slain	B
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Sometimes it seemed as a charging cry	K
Or the ringing tramp of a steed came nigh	K
Sometimes a blast of the Paynim horn	B
Sudden and shrill from the mountain's borne	B
And her maidens trembled but on	B
her	L2
ear	M2
No meaning fell with those sounds of fear	J
They had less of mastery to shake her now	B
Than the quivering erewhile of an aspen bough	B
She searched into many an unclosed eye	K
That looked without soul to the starry sky	K
She bowed down o'er many a shattered breast	K2
She lifted up helmet and cloven crest	K2
Not there not there he lay	E
'Lead where the most hath been dared and done	B
Where the heart of the battle hath bled lead on '	-
And the vassal took the way	E
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He turned to a dark and lonely tree	L
That waved o'er a fountain red	S
Oh swiftest	Z
there	N2
had the currents free	L
From noble veins been shed	S
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Thickest there the spear heads gleamed	O2
And the scattered plumage streamed	O2
And the broken shields were tossed	T
And the shivered lances crossed	T
And the mail clad sleepers round	U
Made the harvest of that ground	U
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He was there the leader amidst his band	P2
Where the faithful had made their last vain stand	P2
He was there but affection's glance alone	B
The darkly changed in that hour had known	B
With the falchion yet in his cold hand grasped	Q2
And a banner of France to his bosom clasped	Q2
And the form that of conflict bore fearful trace	A
And the face oh speak not of that dead face	A
As it lay to answer love's look no more	C
Yet never so proudly loved before	C
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She quelled in her soul the deep floods of woe	R
The time was not yet for their waves to flow	R
She felt the full presence the might of death	G
Yet there came no sob with her struggling breath	G
And a proud smile shone o'er her pale despair	N2
As she turned to his follower 'Your lord is there	N2
Look on him know him by scarf and crest	K2
Bear him away with his sires to rest '	-
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Another day another night	D
And the sailor on the deep	R2
Hears the low chant of a funeral rite	D
From the lordly chapel sweep	R2
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It comes with a broken and muffled tone	B
As if that rite were in terror done	B
Yet the song 'midst the seas hath a thrilling power	L2
And he knows 'tis a chieftain's burial hour	L2
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Hurriedly in fear and woe	R
Through the aisle the mourners go	R
With a hushed and stealthy tread	S
Bearing on the noble dead	S
Sheathed in armour of the field	Y
Only his wan face revealed	Y
Whence the still and solemn gleam	S2
Doth a strange sad contrast seem	S2
To the anxious eyes of that pale band	P2
With torches wavering in every hand	P2
For they dread each moment the shout of war	C
And the burst of the Moslem scimitar	C
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There is no plumed head o'er the bier to bend	T2
No brother of battle no princely friend	T2
No sound comes back like the sounds of yore	C
Unto sweeping swords from the marble floor	C
By the red fountain the valiant lie	K
The flower of Provencal chivalry	C
But	D2
one	B
free step and one lofty heart	Q
Bear through that scene to the last their part	Q
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She hath led the death train of the brave	O
To the verge of his own ancestral grave	O
She hath held o'er her spirit long rigid sway	E
But the struggling passion must now have way	E
In the cheek half seen through her mourning veil	I
By turns does the swift blood flush and fail	I
The pride on the lip is lingering still	U2
But it shakes as a flame to the blast might thrill	U2
Anguish and triumph are met at strife	B2
Rending the cords of her frail young life	B2
And she sinks at last on her warrior's bier	C
Lifting her voice as if death might hear	C
'I have won thy fame from the breath of wrong	C2
My soul hath risen for thy glory strong	C2
Now call me hence by thy side to be	C
The world thou leavest has no place for me	C
The light goes with thee the joy the worth	V2
Faithful and tender Oh call me forth	W2
Give me my home on thy noble heart	Q
Well have we loved let us both depart '	-
And pale on the breast of the dead she lay	E
The living c	C