Upon his body shower’d
the sword-strokes keen and rife;—
Ere long to be bewailèd
by many a hero’s wife—.
His shield aloft he lifted,
and held the arm-brace low;
And drench’d full many a hauberk
with life-blood’s crimson flow.
Upon his body shower’d
the sword-strokes keen and rife;—
Ere long to be bewailèd
by many a hero’s wife—.
His shield aloft he lifted,
and held the arm-brace low;
And drench’d full many a hauberk
with life-blood’s crimson flow.