Must look on death: like that great heart of old
Must give her own—if God so wills—to die!
IX.
From things that be around thee stand apart,
For I thy lover am, and fight afar:
A sword I send thee, that betwixt thy heart
And alien things henceforth there may be war.
I send thee not the trophies I have won,
Tokens of town redeemed, or rescued shrine:
I send a sword; thy life is now begun: