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"Now since mine even is come at last, -- / For I have been the sport of steel, / And hot life ebbeth from me fast, / And I in saddle roll and reel, -- / Come bind me, bind me on my steed! / Of fingering leech I have no need! " / The chaplain clasped his mailèd knee. / "Nor need I more thy whine and thee! / No time is left my sins to tell; / But look ye bind me, bind me well! " / They bound him strong with leathern thong, / For the ride to the lady should be long.
Day was dying; the poplars fled, / Thin as ghosts, on a sky blood-red; / Out of the sky the fierce hue fell, / And made the streams as the streams of hell. / All his thoughts as a river flowed, / Flowed aflame as fleet he rode, / Onward flowed to her abode, / Ceased at her feet, mirrored her face. / (Viewless Death apace, apace, / Rode behind him in that race.)