The Cruise of the Branwen

CRUISE OF THE BRANWEN IX The Lord of Newton's lVIanor Was the third his blade to show, And his nimble thrust bid deep in dust The crafty Almayne foe. x The fourth he was a sely man Who waited patiently, Till the last of England's enemies To test her chivalry Had spent his strength and tired at length, Then, calling on his God, With flashing eye and sword on high He pinned him to the sod. XI What need to tell the shouting, The smiles of King and Queen, The triumph and the laughter And all that went between. What need to tell how Flanders Was smitten sore and fled, Or how the breast of Gallia's best Was filled with sorest dread. In that last fight Sir Cosmo, Still smarting from his wound Like the Wild Boar of Caledon Drove all men to the ground. Four Frenchmen felt his falchion Pierce all their harness through ; Four widows mourn in Paris town The lords his vengeance slew. 130