Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 46

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XLVI A HUGUENOT
O, a gallant set were they,As they charged on us that day,A thousand riding like one!Their trumpets crying,And their white plumes flying,And their sabres flashing in the sun.
O, a sorry lot were we,As we stood beside the sea, ​Each man for himself as he stood!We were scattered and lonely—A little force onlyOf the good men fighting for the good.
But I never loved moreOn sea or on shoreThe ringing of my own true blade.Like lightning it quivered,And the hard helms shivered,As I sang, "None maketh me afraid!"

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