39 In Her Name (or The War Prize) The war prize went to the one beside me Never before had I seen such courage Three at once or against horse and lance, he Ne're missed nor tired. He was the rampage That swept us to victory and to glory. I sought him out, for to seek his secrets. "What amulet or spell, sword or hoary Incantation gave your arm and heart sweat Enough to win this day so well?" "`tis none Of that" said he, "`T'was love felt by this heart Of mine for a daughter met on campaign. A simple maid, I saw once then was gone. But her visage, her eyes and smile won't part From my mind. Tell what was done...in her name." |
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