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They told a tale of wavering hearts, Of treason and dismay: The blood rush'd through her pearly cheek, The sparkle to her eye— "Now call me hither those recreant knights,   From the bands of Italy!"*

Then through the vaulted chambers Stern iron footsteps rang; And heavily the sounding floor Gave back the sabre's clang. They stood around her—steel-clad men, Moulded for storm and fight, But they quail'd before the loftier soul In that pale aspect bright.

Yes—as before the Falcon shrinks The Bird of meaner wing,