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"Your wisdom may declare That womanhood is proved the best By golden brooch and glossy vest The mincing ladies wear; Yet is it proved, and was of old, Anear as well, I dare to hold, By truth, or by despair." XXVII. He smiled no more, he wept no more, But passionate he spake-- "Oh, womanly she prayed in tent, When none beside did wake! Oh, womanly she paled in fight, For one beloved's sake!-- And her little hand, defiled with blood, Her tender tears of womanhood Most woman-pure did make!" XXVIII. --"Well done it were for thy sister, Thou tellest well her tale! But for my lady, she shall pray I' the kirk of Nydesdale. Not dread for me but love for me Shall make my lady pale; No casque shall hide her woman's tear-- It shall have room to trickle clear Behind her woman's veil." XXIX. --"But what if she mistook thy mind And followed thee to strife, Then kneeling did entreat thy love As Paynims ask for life?" --"I would forgive, and evermore Would love her as my servitor, But little as my wife. XXX. "Look up--there is a small bright cloud Alone amid the skies! So high, so pure, and so apart, A woman's honour lies." The page looked up--the cloud was sheen-- A sadder cloud did rush, I ween, Betwixt it and his eyes. XXXI. Then dimly dropped his eyes away From welkin unto hill-- Ha! who rides there?--the page is 'ware, Though the cry at his heart is still: And the page seeth all and the knight seeth none, Though banner and spear do fleck the sun, And the Saracens ride at will. XXXII. He speaketh calm, he speaketh low,-- "Ride fast, my master, ride, Or ere within the broadening dark The narrow shadows hide." "Yea, fast, my page, I will do so, And keep thou at my side." XXXIII. "Now nay, now nay, ride on thy way, Thy faithful page precede. For I must loose on saddle-bow My battle-casque that galls, I trow, The shoulder of my steed; And I must pray, as I did vow, For one in bitter need. XXXIV. "Ere night I shall be near to thee,-- Now ride, my master, ride! Ere night, as parted spirits cleave To mortals too beloved to leave, I shall b
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