The Cruise of the Branwen

CRUISE OF THE BRANWEN XII High-hearted to the Branwen Her doughty Knights returned And Howard Lord of Walden With pride and glory burned. XIII The Greeks were sore astonied When the Branwen's crew fared forth, To sail the sunlit waters That bore her to the north ; But or e'er she won to Venice, From Ragusa's storied walls From the hoary cliffs of Ithaca And Corfu's sunlit halls, From Spalato's ruined splendour And from Hadria's white-lipped seas The tale of Athens Tournament Went forth upon the breeze. XIV The young Bulgarian dreams it As the stars pale in the sky ; Dalmatians, Turks, and l\1agyars Have heard its battle cry; And a nameless terror seizes The wives of Paris town When they read the name of Branwe1' And her swordsmen of renown.