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/ I. In mail of black my limbs I girt, / Angelica! / And when the bugles clanged the charge, / The rolling battle's bristling marge / Beheld me a black storm of war / Dash on the foe; / While Durindana glitt'ring far / Made many a foeman mouth the dirt / In bleeding woe: -- / For thou didst fire me to the war / 'Mid many a Paynim scimetar, / Angelica!
/ II. No more the battle fires my blood, / Angelica! / No more gay lists flaunt all their guiles, / And chivalry's charge, and beauty's smiles! / I wander lone the thistly wold / When night-snows fall, / And crispy frosts the wild grass hold. / Great knights go glimmering thro' the wood, / The clarion's call / Wakes War upon his desert wold -- / I see the dawning breaking cold, / Angelica!