“Now since mine even is come at last,—
For I have been the sport of steel,
And hot life ebbeth from me fast,
And I in saddle roll and reel,—
Come bind me, bind me on my steed!
Of fingering leech I have no need!”
The chaplain clasped his mailèd knee.
“Nor need I more thy whine and thee!
No time is left my sins to tell;
But look ye bind me, bind me well!”