ut in blood,
The shame of the centuries o'er;
Where the pride of the Norman had sway
The lions lord over the fray,
The legions of France are no more:--
--The Prince to his father kneels lowly;
--'His is the battle! his wholly!
For to-day is a day will be written in story
To the great world's end, and for ever:--
So, let him have the spurs, and the glory!'

_Erin and Gwalia_; Half of Edward's army consisted of light armed footmen
from Ireland and Wales--the latter under their old Dragon-flag.

_Chivalry_; The feudal idea of an army, resting 'on the superiority of
the horseman to the footman, of the mounted noble to the unmounted
churl,' may be said to have been ruined by this battle: (_Green_, B. IV:
ch. iii).

_Liguria_; 15,000 cross-bowmen from Genoa were in Philip's army.

_The Blood-lake_; Senlac; Hastings.

THE BLACK SEATS

1348-9

Blue and ever more blue
The sky of that summer's spring:
No cloud from dawning to night:
The lidless eyeball of light
Glared: nor could e'en in darkness the dew
Her pearls on the meadow-grass string.
As a face of a hundred years,
Mummied and scarr'd, for the heart
Is long dry at the fountain of tears,
Green earth lay brown-faced and torn,
Scarr'd and hard and forlorn.
And as that foul monster of Lerna
Whom Heracles slew in his might,
But this one slaying, not slain,
From the marshes, poisonous, white,
Crawl'd out a plague-mist and sheeted the plain,
A hydra of hell and of night.
--Whence upon men has that horror past?
From Cathaya westward it stole to Byzance,--
The City of Flowers,--the vineyards of France;--
O'er the salt-sea ramparts of England, last,
Reeking and rank, a serpent's breath:--
What is this, men cry in their fear, what is this that cometh?
'Tis the Black Death, they whisper:
The black black Death!

The heart of man at the name
To a ball of ice shrinks in,
With hope, surrendering life:--
The husband looks on the wife,
Reading the tokens of doom in the frame,
The pest-boil hid in the skin,
And flees and leaves her to die.
Fear-sick, the mother beholds
In her child's pure crystalline eye
A dull shining, a sign of despair.
Lo, the heavens are poison, not air;
And they fall as when lambs in the