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 With trembling strong subservience of delight, Full many a maid that had him once in sight Thought in the secret rapture of her heart In how dark onset had these hands borne part How oft, and were so young and sweet of skill; And those red lips whereon the song burned still, What words and cries of battle had they flung Athwart the swing and shriek of swords, so young; And eyes as glad as summer, what strange youth Fed them so full of happy heart and truth, That had seen sway from side to sundering side The steel flow of that terrible springtide That the moon rules not, but the fire and light Of men’s hearts mixed in the mid mirth of fight. Therefore the joy and love of him they had Made thought more amorous in them and more glad For his fame’s sake remembered, and his youth Gave his fame flowerlike fragrance and soft growth As of a rose requickening, when he stood Fair in their eye, a flower of faultless blood. And that sad queen to whom his life was death, A rose plucked forth of summer in mid breath, A star fall’n out of season in mid throe Of that life’s joy that makes the star’s life glow, Made their love sadder toward him and more strong. And in mid change of time and fight and song Chance cast him westward on the low sweet strand Where songs are sung of the old green Irish land, And the sky loves it, and the sea loves best, And as a bird is taken to man’s breast