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They rear'd the Cid on his barbed steed, Like a warrior mail'd for the hour of need, And they fix'd the sword in the cold right hand, Which had fought so well for his father's land, And the shield from his neck hung bright.

There was arming heard in Valencia's halls, There was vigil kept on the rampart walls; Stars had not faded, nor clouds turn'd red, When the knights had girded the noble dead, And the burial-train moved out.

With a measured pace, as the pace of one, Was the still death-march of the host begun; With a silent step went the cuirass'd bands, Like a lion's tread on the burning sands, And they gave no battle-shout.

When the first went forth, it was midnight deep, In heaven was the moon, in the camp was sleep. When the last through the city's gates had gone, O'er tent and rampart the bright day shone, With a sun-burst from the sea.