THE GOLDEN HELM.
The Golden Helm
I.
Across his stripling shoulders Geoffrey felt
The knighting-sword fall lightly, and he heard
The King's voice bid him rise; and at the word
He rose, new-flushed with knighthood, swiftly grown
To sudden manhood, though, but now, he knelt
A vigil-wearied squire before the throne.
He paused one moment while the people turned