I

My tough lance thrusteth sure,

My strength is as the strength of ten,

      Because my heart is pure.

The shattering trumpet shrilleth high,

      The hard brands shiver on the steel,

The splinter'd spear-shafts crack and fly,

      The horse and rider reel:

They reel, they roll in clanging lists,

      And when the tide of combat stands,

Perfume and flowers fall in showers,

      That lightly rain from ladies' hands.