Bells and Pomegranates.
Prone as his lie, upon the ground:
My Knight flew at him, used no sleight
Of the sword, but open-breasted drove,
Cleaving till out the truth he clove.
My Knight flew at him, used no sleight
Of the sword, but open-breasted drove,
Cleaving till out the truth he clove.
xvii.
Which done, he dragged him to my feet
And said "Here die, but end thy breath
"In full confession, lest thou fleet
"From my first, to God's second death!
"Say, hast thou lied?" And, "I have lied
"To God and her," he said, and died.
Which done, he dragged him to my feet
And said "Here die, but end thy breath
"In full confession, lest thou fleet
"From my first, to God's second death!
"Say, hast thou lied?" And, "I have lied
"To God and her," he said, and died.
xviii.
Then Gismond, kneeling to me, asked
—What safe my heart holds tho' no word
Could I repeat now, if I tasked
My powers for ever, to a third
Dear even as you are. Pass the rest
Until I sank upon his breast.
Then Gismond, kneeling to me, asked
—What safe my heart holds tho' no word
Could I repeat now, if I tasked
My powers for ever, to a third
Dear even as you are. Pass the rest
Until I sank upon his breast.
xix.
Over my head his arm he flung
Against the world; and scarce I felt
His sword, that dripped by me and swung,
A little shifted in its belt,
For he began to say the while
How South our home lay many a mile.
Over my head his arm he flung
Against the world; and scarce I felt
His sword, that dripped by me and swung,
A little shifted in its belt,
For he began to say the while
How South our home lay many a mile.
xx.
So 'mid the shouting multitude
We two walked forth to never more
So 'mid the shouting multitude
We two walked forth to never more
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