Her eyes bent on a distant wood
Wherein the shadows came and went,
Where horsemen from their stallions leant
All eager for the bugle cry.
We fight in vain," he heard her sigh,
God wills it thus, that I should die."
Nay, courage, sweetheart, while I stand
With strength to grasp a sword in hand
No harm shall come thee nigh nor by."
But she had seen that on the hill