branch of the laurel

or the light of torch,

but fold the garment

on the riven locks,

yet hear, all-merciful, and touch

the fore-head, dim, unlit of pride and thought,

Mistress—be near!

Give back the glamour to our will,

the thought; give back the tool,

the chisel; once we wrought

things not unworthy,

sandal and steel-clasp;

silver and steel, the coat

with white leaf-pattern

at the arm and throat:

silver and metal, hammered for the ridge

of shield and helmet-rim;

white silver with the dark hammered in,

belt, staff and magic spear-shaft

with the gilt spark at the point and hilt.

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