And thy lord,” his voice took a sadder sound—
“Thy lord—he is not on the bloody ground!
There are those who tell that the leader’s plume
Was seen on the flight through th’ gathering gloom.”
—A change o’er her mien and her spirit pass’d:
She ruled the heart which had beat so fast,
She dash’d the tears from her kindling eye,
With a glance, as of sudden royalty:
The proud blood sprang in a fiery flow,
Quick o’er bosom, and cheek, and brow,