Their flashing shields and steel-clad breasts,
That sparkle with a sheen so bright,
Grow faint and fainter to the sight.
III.
Why course the drops down Mena’s cheek?
Why leaves she now the lonely height,
The ladye of the heart so meek,
The ladye of such gentle might?
She sees no more her own brave knight,
She hears no more his bugle-wail;