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by skilful hands is raised, Close to a sainted shrine, And there is laid a stalwart Knight, The last of all his line. Beside that noble monument, A Squire doth silent stand, Leaning in pensive wise upon The cross-hilt of his brand.

Around him peals the harmony Of friars at even-song, He notes them not, as passing by The hymning brothers throng: And he hath watched the monument Three weary nights and days, And ever on the marble cold Is fixed his steadfast gaze.