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h rich in fee, 12 Of any earthly loss, But lighting, on his bended knee, Said, Father, here I take from thee The sign of the Holy Cross. I have a wife, to me more dear 13 Then is my own heart's blood; I have a child, (a starting tear, Which soon he dried, of love sincere, On his stern eyelid stood); To them farewell! O God above, 14 Thine is the fate of war; But oh! reward Gwenlhian's[135] love, And may my son a comfort prove, When I am distant far! Farewell, my harp!--away, away! 15 To the field of death I go; Welcome the trumpet's blast, the neigh Of my bold and barbed steed of gray, And the clang of the steel crossbow! Gwenlhian sat in the hall at night, 16 Counting the heavy hours; She saw the moon, with tranquil light, Shine on the circling mountain's height, And the dim castle towers. Deep stillness was on hill and glen, 17 When she heard a bugle blow; A trump from the watch-tower answered then, And the tramp of steeds, and the voice of men, Were heard in the court below. The watch-dog started at the noise, 18 Then crouched at his master's feet; He knew his step, he heard his voice; But who can now like her rejoice, Who flies her own lord to greet? And soon her arms his neck enfold: 19 But whence that altered mien! O say, then, is thy love grown cold, Or hast thou been hurt by the robbers bold, That won in the forest of Dean? Oh no, he cried, the God above, 20 Who all my soul can see, Knows my sincere, my fervent love; If aught my stern resolve could move, It were one tear from thee. But I have sworn, in the Holy Land,-- 21 Need I the sequel speak; Too well, she cried, I understand! Then grasped in agony his hand, And hid her face on his cheek. My loved Gwenlhian, weep not so, 22 From the lid that tear I kiss; Though to the wars far off I go, Betide me weal, betide me woe, We yet may
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