As beasts and lands welcome the rain they craved And ope their parch-ed lips To drink their fill; So felt Sir Guy the demons loose their grips, As warders, one by one, the news distil, To quench their hell-lit fires—'that all on board were saved'! 

As beasts and lands welcome the rain they craved

And ope their parch-ed lips

To drink their fill;

So felt Sir Guy the demons loose their grips,

As warders, one by one, the news distil,

 Like savage beasts when bite and roar grow weak, Seek out some lonely nook Wherein to die; So now Sir Guy, whose thunderous voice once shook Old Ragnor's walls and made the bravest fly, Would feebly cry: "My child!" then, death-like, swoon away. 

Like savage beasts when bite and roar grow weak,

Seek out some lonely nook

Wherein to die;

So now Sir Guy, whose thunderous voice once shook

Old Ragnor's walls and made the bravest fly,

 Full ten days passed ere conscious life again Illum'd those once stern eyes, With rays serene, Now mildly placid as the azure skies, On which one grateful turns from sun's fierce sheen; Refreshing, too, his milder tones as summer rain. 

Full ten days passed ere conscious life again

Illum'd those once stern eyes,

With rays serene,

Now mildly placid as the azure skies,

On which one grateful turns from sun's fierce sheen;

 

 

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