Acadiensis/Volume 2/Number 4/The Conqueror

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The Conqueror.

I MET him where the river flows'Twixt the scarlet rock and the scarlet rose.
He lighted down from his war-horse tallAnd his steel flamed out with his battle-call.
He cursed me there in the rock-strewn wayEre his great white sword wheeled up to slay;
Ere his long white sword rose up to killHe cursed me for baulking his savage will,
And he cursed the day that I took you forthAnd won from his castle in the North.
But your love was back of my fighting armAnd your love for me was a shield from harm.
I thought of your eyes and your dusky hair—And a strength came into my battle there;
I thought of your lips and your bended head—And my brand bit deep and my brand came red;
At the last was plain your lifted faceWhen we said good-by in our leafy place;
And when to my heart your face was plainMy blade smote true and my foe was slain.
I let him lie where I made him fall,And I took his armour and war-horse tall.

Halifax, N. S. A. B. deMille.

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