Nemesis.
Sir Guy's dire act of awful vengeance ta'en
A ravenous brood of prey,
To make their nest,
Seemed gnawing at his heart-strings night and day;
With croaks like drowning cries they filled his breast
And raised with fluttering wing the ghosts of those he'd slain.
No dove of peace on wings of morn returned.
He watched with eager eyes
Day's amber birth
And saw, or thought he saw, a form arise;
'Twas his--Sir Harold's--just as when on earth
He came to plead his suit and was with insult spurned.
"O God, have mercy! Grant it may be true
That he indeed doth live!
Oh! warders, fly,
Proclaim--a thousand livres I will give
To know the Knight of Wynnwood did not die
In that night's fearful wreck. If found, I'll make it two!"
A ravenous brood of prey,
To make their nest,
Seemed gnawing at his heart-strings night and day;
With croaks like drowning cries they filled his breast
And raised with fluttering wing the ghosts of those he'd slain.
No dove of peace on wings of morn returned.
He watched with eager eyes
Day's amber birth
And saw, or thought he saw, a form arise;
'Twas his--Sir Harold's--just as when on earth
He came to plead his suit and was with insult spurned.
"O God, have mercy! Grant it may be true
That he indeed doth live!
Oh! warders, fly,
Proclaim--a thousand livres I will give
To know the Knight of Wynnwood did not die
In that night's fearful wreck. If found, I'll make it two!"
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