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Then 'twixt the eyes she kissed her little lamb
And laid it down; and on her homeward way
She heard a second voice, yet nothing saw:
‘Maid, when thou seest that prince thou think'st on ever,
Arouse his nobler nature speaking thus:
“Sleepest thou, my Prince? If so, to me, a maid,
Grant horse and arms! To Orleans I must ride;
With me true men alone. Thy foes shall vanish;
And France, that sign discerned, shall right thy wrong.”’
And laid it down; and on her homeward way
She heard a second voice, yet nothing saw:
‘Maid, when thou seest that prince thou think'st on ever,
Arouse his nobler nature speaking thus:
“Sleepest thou, my Prince? If so, to me, a maid,
Grant horse and arms! To Orleans I must ride;
With me true men alone. Thy foes shall vanish;
And France, that sign discerned, shall right thy wrong.”’
| The Poetical Works of Aubrey De Vere | |