(Pike, and halberd, and culverin);
She recked not of love-kiss, ne vow, ne sigh,
But her song had the ring of a battle-cry:
‘O strong is my fortress—a maid am I—
And never a foeman shall enter in.’
But it fell in an evening windy-wet,
(Hauberk, and helmet, and bascinet),
A knight drew rein ’neath the castle wall;
Proud was his port, his stature tall,
His face held the gazer’s eye in thrall,