Wounded to death. Marvellest thou, chivalrous Grief,
Seeing us slink into the eternal distance,
A foe so faint should make such long resistance?
LEVÉE DE RIDEAU
HE rode upon the sorrel horse and led the dapple grey,
They passed below the gables mute soon after dawn of day,
Before the bell had chimed for Mass, while yet the sunless air
Lifted the straws of yesterday about the sleeping square.