The song of the bird was wine in his blood, And woman the odorous bloom: His master's great adventure stirred Within him to mingle the bloom and bird, And morn ere its coming illume. V. Beside him strangely a piece of the dark Had moved, and the undertones Of a priest in prayer, like a cavernous wave, He heard, as were there a soul to save For urgency now in the groans. VI. No priest was hired for the play this night: And the squire tossed head like a deer At sniff of the tainted wind; he gazed Where cresset-lamps in a door were raised, Belike on a passing bier. VII. All cloaked and masked, with naked blades, That flashed of a judgement done, The lords of the Court, from the palace-door, Came issuing silently, bearers four, And flat on their shoulders one. VIII. They marched the body to squire and priest, They lowered it sad to earth: The priest they gave the burial dole, Bade wrestle hourly for his soul, Who was a lord of worth. IX. One said, farewell to a gallant knight! And one, but a restless ghost! 'Tis a year and a day since in this place He died, sped high by a lady of grace To join the blissful host. X. Not vainly on us she charged her cause, The lady whom we revere For faith in the mask of a love untrue To the Love we honour, the Love her due, The Love we have vowed to rear. XI. A trap for the sweet tooth, lures for the light, For the fortress defiant a mine: Right well! But not in the South, princess, Shall the lady snared of her nobleness Ever shamed or a captive pine. XII. When the South had voice of a nightingale Above a Maying bower, On the heights of Love walked radiant peers; The bird of the passion sang over his tears To the breeze and the orange-flower. KING HARALD'S TRANCE I. Sword in length a reaping-hook amain Harald sheared his field, blood up to shank: 'Mid the swathes of slain, First at moonrise drank. II. Thereof hunger, as for meats the knife, Pricked his ribs, in one sharp spur to reach Home and his young wife, Nigh the sea-ford beach. III. After battle keen to feed was he: Smoking flesh the thresher washed down fast, Like an angry sea Ships from keel to mast. IV. Name us glory, singer, name us pride Matching Harald's in his deeds of strength; Chiefs, wife, sword by side, Foemen stretched their length! V. Half a winter night the toasts hurrahed, Crowned him, clothed him, trumpeted him high, Till awink he bade Wife to chamber fly. VI.