Friday, May 31, 2013


This I beheld, or dreamed it in a dream:­
There spread a cloud of dust along a plain;
And underneath the cloud, or in it, raged
A furious battle, and men yelled, and swords 
Shocked upon swords and shields.
 A prince's banner 
Wavered, then staggered backward, hemmed by foes.
 A craven hung along the battle's edge,
And thought, "Had I a sword of keener steel­
That blue blade that the king's son bears,
-but this Blunt thing-!" he snapt, and flung it from his hand,
 And lowering crept away and left the field.
Then came the king's son, wounded, sore bestead, 
And weaponless, and saw the broken sword, 
Hilt-buried in the dry and trodden sand,
And ran and snatched it, and with battle-shout 
Lifted afresh he hewed his enemy down,

And saved a great cause that heroic day.

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