He kissed the youth, and bending on one knee
Put all his armour off and let emerge
Angelic shoulders marbled gloriously
And feet like frozen speed and, plain to see,
On his wide breast dark wounds and ancient scars,
The battle honours of celestial wars.
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Then like a squire or brother born he dressed
The young man in those plates, that dripped with cold
Upon the inside, trickling over breast