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Near her lips,
Red rose-leaves by light zephyrs agitated,
He stooped his ear. Her whisper lasted long
As when a young child says his ‘Ave Mary’
With recollection. Charles' cheek grew pale:
He cried: ‘Of all who tread the earth not one
Had cognisance of that vow! Maid, I believe!
To Orleans with my standard in thy hand!
At daybreak forth and conquer!’
Red rose-leaves by light zephyrs agitated,
He stooped his ear. Her whisper lasted long
As when a young child says his ‘Ave Mary’
With recollection. Charles' cheek grew pale:
He cried: ‘Of all who tread the earth not one
Had cognisance of that vow! Maid, I believe!
To Orleans with my standard in thy hand!
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