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THE first the very first oh none	A
Can feel again as they have done	A
In love in war in pride in all	B
The planets of life's coronal	B
However beautiful or bright	C
What can be like their first sweet light	C
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When will the youth feel as he felt	D
When first at beauty's feet he knelt	D
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As if her least smile could confer	E
A kingdom on its worshipper	E
Or ever care or ever fear	E
Had cross'd love's morning hemisphere	E
And the young bard the first time praise	F
Sheds its spring sunlight o'er his lays	F
Though loftier laurel higher name	G
May crown the minstrel's noontide fame	G
They will not bring the deep content	H
Of his lure's first encouragement	I
And where the glory that will yield	J
The flush and glow of his first field	J
To the young chief Will RAYMOND ever	E
Feel as he now is feeling Never	E
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The sun wept down or ere they gain'd	K
The glen where the chief band remain'd	K
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It was a lone and secret shade	L
As nature form'd an ambuscade	L
For the bird's nest and the deer's lair	E
Though now less quiet guests were there	E
On one side like a fortress stood	L
A mingled pine and chesnut wood	L
Autumn was falling but the pine	M
Seem'd as it mock'd all change no sign	M
Of season on its leaf was seen	N
The same dark gloom of changeless green	N
But like the gorgeous Persian bands	O
'Mid the stern race of northern lands	O
The chesnut boughs were bright with all	B
That gilds and mocks the autumn's fall	B
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Like stragglers from an army's rear	E
Gradual they grew near and less near	E
Till ample space was left to raise	F
Amid the trees the watch fire's blaze	F
And there wrapt in their cloaks around	L
The soldiers scatter'd o'er the ground	L
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One was more crowded than the rest	L
And to that one was RAYMOND prest	L
There sat the chief kind greetings came	G
At the first sound of RAYMOND'S name	G
'Am I not proud that this should be	P
Thy first field to be fought with me	P
Years since thy father's sword and mine	M
Together dimm'd their maiden shine	M
We were sworn brothers when he fell	B
'Twas mine to hear his last farewell	B
And how revenged I need not say	Q
Though few were left to tell that day	Q
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Thy brow is his and thou wilt wield	L
A sword like his in battle field	L
Let the day break and thou shalt ride	L
Another RAYMOND by my side	L
And thou shalt win and I confer	E
To morrow knightly brand and spur '	-
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With thoughts of pride and thoughts of grief	R
Sat RAYMOND by that stranger chief	R
So proud to hear his father's fame	G
So sad to hear that father's name	G
And then to think that he had known	S
That father by his name alone	S
And aye his heart within him burn'd	L
When his eye to DE VALENCE turn'd	L
Mark'd his high step his warlike mien	N
'And such my father would have been '	-
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A few words of years past away	Q
A few words of the coming day	Q
They parted not that night for sleep	T
RAYMOND had thoughts that well might keep	T
Rest from his pillow memory hope	U
In youth's horizon had full scope	U
To blend and part each varied line	M
Of cloud and clear of shade and shine	M
He rose and wander'd round the light	L
Of the full moon fell o'er each height	L
Leaving the wood behind in shade	L
O'er rock and glen and rill it play'd	L
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He follow'd a small stream whose tide	L
Was bank'd by lilies on each side	L
And there as if secure of rest	L
A swan had built her lonely nest	L
And spread out was each lifted wing	V
Like snow or silver glittering	V
Wild flowers grew around the dale	B
Sweet children of the sun and gale	B
From every crag the wild vine fell	B
To all else inaccessible	B
And where a dark rock rose behind	L
Their shelter from the northern wind	L
Grew myrtles with their fragrant leaves	W
Veil'd with the web the gossamer weaves	W
So pearly fair so light so frail	B
Like beauty's self more than her veil	B
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And first to gaze upon the scene	N
Quiet as there had never been	X
Heavier step than village maid	L
With flowers for her nuptial braid	L
Or louder sound than hermit's prayer	E
To crush its grass or load its air	E
Then to look on the armed train	Y
The watch fire on the wooded plain	Y
And think how with the morrow's dawn	Z
Would banner wave and blade be drawn	Z
How clash of steel and trumpet's swell	B
Would wake the echoes of each dell	B
And thus it ever is with life	A2
Peace sleeps upon the breast of Strife	A2
But to be waken'd from its rest	L
Till comes that sleep the last and best	L
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And RAYMOND paused at last and laid	L
Himself beneath a chesnut's shade	L
A little way apart from all	B
That he might catch the waterfall	B
Whose current swept like music round	L
When suddenly another sound	L
Came on the ear it was a tone	S
Rather a murmur than a song	B2
As he who breathed deem'd all unknown	S
The words thoughts echo bore along	B2
Parting the boughs which hung between	N
Close thick as if a tapestried screen	N
RAYMOND caught sight of a white plume	C2
Waving o'er brow and cheek of bloom	C2
And yet the song was sad and low	B
As if the chords it waked were woe	B
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SONG OF THE YOUNG KNIGHT	L
	-
YOUR scarf is bound upon my breast	L
Your colours dance upon my crest	L
They have been soil'd by dust and rain	Y
And they must wear a darker stain	Y
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I mark'd thy tears as fast they fell	B
I saw but heard not thy farewell	B
I gave my steed the spur and rein	Y
I dared not look on thee again	D2
	-
My cheek is pale but not with fears	E2
And I have dash'd aside my tears	F2
This woman's softness of my breast	L
Will vanish when my spear's in rest	L
	-
I know that farewell was our last	L
That life and love from me are past	L
For I have heard the fated sign	M
That speaks the downfall of our line	M
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I slept the soldier's tired sleep	T
But yet I heard the music sweep	T
Dim faint as when I stood beside	L
The bed whereon my father died	L
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Farewell sweet love never again	D2
Will thine ear listen to the strain	Y
With which so oft at midnight's hour	E
I've waked the silence of thy bower	E
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Farewell I would not tears should stain	Y
Thy fair cheek with their burning rain	Y
Tears sweet would an ill offering be	P
To one whose death was worthy thee	P
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RAYMOND thought on that song next day	Q
When bleeding that young warrior lay	Q
While his hand in its death pang prest	L
A bright curl to his wounded breast	L
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AND waning stars and brightening sky	G2
And on the clouds a crimson dye	G2
And fresher breeze and opening flowers	H2
Tell the approach of morning hours	H2
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Oh how can breath and light and bloom	C2
Herald a day of death and doom	C2
With knightly pennons which were spread	L
Like mirror's for the morning's red	L
Gather the ranks while shout and horn	I2
Are o'er the distant mountains borne	I2
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'Twas a fair sight that arm'd array	Q
Winding through the deep vale their way	Q
Helmet and breast plate gleaming in gold	L
Banners waving their crimson fold	L
Like clouds of the day break hark to the peal	B
Of the war cry answer'd by clanging steel	B
The young chief strokes his courser's neck	J2
The ire himself had provoked to check	J2
Impatient for that battle plain	Y
He may reach but never leave again	D2
And with flashing eye and sudden start	L
He hears the trumpet's stately tone	S
Like the echo of his beating heart	L
And meant to rouse his ear alone	S
And by his side the warrior grey	Q
With hair as white as the plumes that play	Q
Over his head yet spurs he as proud	L
As keen as the youngest knight of the crowd	L
And glad and glorious on they ride	L
In strength and beauty power and pride	L
And such the morning but let day	Q
Close on that gallant fair array	Q
The moon will see another sight	L
Than that which met the dawning light	L
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Look on that field 'tis the battle field	L
Look on what harvest victory will yield	L
There the steed and his rider o'erthrown	S
Crouch together their warfare is done	S
The bolt is undrawn the bow is unbent	L
And the archer lies like his arrow spent	L
Deep is the banner of crimson dyed	L
But not with the red of its morning pride	L
Torn and trampled with soil and stain	S
When will it float on the breeze again	S
And over the ghastly plain are spread	L