One moment more from warfare wild—
She breathed a brief impassioned prayer;
Then to the ramparts hied in haste,
To personate her absent lord,—
A baldrick o'er her swelling breast,
And by her side a pendant sword.
With glowing cheek, and eye that gleamed,
And voice forbidding all alarm,
Yet graceful, beautiful, she seemed
A warrior in an angel form....