Warm gules on argent, like a blazoned field,
The hues of life and death in red and white—
A fair device for any knightly shield,
Nor needing motto to proclaim its might.
Henceforth I bear it on my battle crest,
Till in thine arms from life’s alarms I rest.
III
THE SOLACE OF LOVE
IN my heart’s chamber cold in day’s white glare,
Sate Love disconsolate with tatter’d wings,