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/ Within the castle chamber / The Norman knight lay dead; / The quarterings of the casement / Shone holy round his head.
/ And first there came a maiden; / Her face was wet and white: / She kissed his mouth and murmured, / "Thou wast my own true knight."
/ Within the arrased chamber / The Norman knight lay dead; / And tapers four and twenty / Burnt at his feet and head.
/ And next there came a friar / And prayed beside the bier: / "Thou art a blesséd angel, / Who wast so noble here."
/ Within the lofty chamber / The Norman knight lay dead; / Dim through the carven casement / The moonbeams lit his head.
/ And then there came a varlet -- / Loud laughed he in his face: / "Thus do I spit upon thee, / Thee and thy curséd race!"
/ Within the silent chamber / The Norman knight lay dead -- / Nor Norman knight nor Saxon serf / Heard aught the dead man said.