Blow, for our Son is mighty in his May!
Blow, for our Son is mightier day by day!
Clang battleaxe, and clash brand! Let the King reign.
The King will follow Christ, and we the King
In whom high God hath breathed a secret thing.
Fall battleaxe, and flash brand! Let the King reign.
—“Knights’ Chorus” from The Coming of Arthur. Tennyson.
It would hardly be appropriate to imitate the blow of the trumpet; and, striking as the effect would be, it would not be the highest art to have an accompaniment of clanging arms.
But Rustum eyed askance the kneeling youth,
And turn’d away, and spake to his own soul:—