III
He held his head-gear downward in his hands;
The white plume kissed along the gleaming steel
Of his gray armour, close from head to heel.
High around his throat's column, lay the fine,
Steel, tinkling little links, that rose and fell
To mark his breath. (Nor did the king divine
The hot heart beating in the mailed shell!)
The white plume kissed along the gleaming steel
Of his gray armour, close from head to heel.
High around his throat's column, lay the fine,
Steel, tinkling little links, that rose and fell
To mark his breath. (Nor did the king divine
The hot heart beating in the mailed shell!)
IV
"To women he is as the heart of ice,"
The women laughed: and held it for a wage
That none could Baron Guldemar engage
In sport of love, or earnest: his straight gaze
Was like the falcon's on the hand held high,
Above the hunter and the under-maze,
Toward a goal cloud hidden in the sky.
The women laughed: and held it for a wage
That none could Baron Guldemar engage
In sport of love, or earnest: his straight gaze
Was like the falcon's on the hand held high,
Above the hunter and the under-maze,
Toward a goal cloud hidden in the sky.
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