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To the Horse Black Eagle Which I Rode at the Battle of Zamorna |
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To the Horse Black Eagle Which I Rode at the Battle of Zamorna
Swart steed of night, thou hast charged thy last
O'er the red war-trampled plain
Now fallen asleep is the battle blast
It is stilled above the slain
O'er the red war-trampled plain
Now fallen asleep is the battle blast
It is stilled above the slain
Now hushed is the clang of armour bright
Thou wilt never bear me more
To the deadliest press of the gathering fight
Through seas of noble gore
Thou wilt never bear me more
To the deadliest press of the gathering fight
Through seas of noble gore
And the cold eyes of midnight skies
Shall not pour their light on thee
When the wearied host of the conqueror lies
On a field of victory
Shall not pour their light on thee
When the wearied host of the conqueror lies
On a field of victory
Rest now in thy glory noble steed
Rest all thy wars are done
True is the love and high the meed
Thou from thy lord hast won
Rest all thy wars are done
True is the love and high the meed
Thou from thy lord hast won
In daisied lawns sleep peacefully
Dwell by the quiet wave
Till death shall sound his signal cry
And call thee to thy grave.
Dwell by the quiet wave
Till death shall sound his signal cry
And call thee to thy grave.
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