Stay you at home. This opening day
Augurs not well for you.”
“What, then, my page? Abide at home?
Nay, that can never be.
The order I have given to march,
And, therefore, march must we.
And I will march while spark of life
Remains alight in me,
Until that king of forest land
Beneath my heel I see.”
This hearing, sprang his sister dear
Up to his bridle-rein.
“My brother, go not forth, for ne’er
Wilt thou return again.
Then wherefore, brother, thus to meet
Thy death wouldst thou be gone?
For wert thou slain, I should be left
Alone, thy only one.
“The White Horse of the Sea behold
I see upon the shore;