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But the fire of youth from his cheek had pass'd, And its hopes and its dreams had faded as fast; The romance of his earlier time was over, The warrior had half forgotten the lover; And the light grew dark in his radiant eyes, As he told his tale of high emprize.

warrior's strength is bow'd by age, the warrior's step is slow, And the beard upon his breast is white as is the winter snow;