The host was full of sorrow—
good cause had he to rue:
What friends of him belovèd
before his eyes they slew!
And hardly from his foemen
unscath’d himself came he;
In grief he sat—what profit
was it a king to be?
The host was full of sorrow—
good cause had he to rue:
What friends of him belovèd
before his eyes they slew!
And hardly from his foemen
unscath’d himself came he;
In grief he sat—what profit
was it a king to be?