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I took two feathers from its wing, They are my only crest. Spring leaves were green upon the trees What time fell; Let autumn's yellow forests say If I avenged him well. And then I laid aside my sword, And took my lute to thee, And vow'd for my sworn brother's sake I would a wanderer be. Till for a year I had proclaim'd    In distant lands his fame, And taught to many a foreign court ’s brave name. Never was heart more kind and true, Never was hand more bold;