Her feet like birds from far away
That linger and light in doubt;
And her face was like a window
Where a man's first love looked out.
That linger and light in doubt;
And her face was like a window
Where a man's first love looked out.
Her sire was master of many slaves
A hard man of his hands;
They built a tower about her
In the desolate golden lands,
A hard man of his hands;
They built a tower about her
In the desolate golden lands,
Sealed as the tyrants sealed their tombs,
Planned with an ancient plan,
And set two windows in the tower
Like the two eyes of a man."
Planned with an ancient plan,
And set two windows in the tower
Like the two eyes of a man."
Our guns were set toward the foe; we had no word, for firing.
Grey in the gateway of St. Gond the Guard of the tyrant shone;
Dark with the fate of a falling star, retiring and retiring.
The Breton line went backward and the Breton tale went on.
Grey in the gateway of St. Gond the Guard of the tyrant shone;
Dark with the fate of a falling star, retiring and retiring.
The Breton line went backward and the Breton tale went on.
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