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Tremulous as the moon-light
To our far abode
We came; and no man knoweth
How we trod this road.
Of our hearts grief thou spakest
To the watchful spies;
We came with lamentation
Shameful of our sighs.
Unveil thy bidden beauty!
As the dawning sun
All eyes to gaze upon thee
Early we run.
Confirm our resolution
With a stronger faith:
We come unhorsed, unarmoured
To this field of death.
What a far gaze may fashion
Art thou not aware?
So fared we in thy presence,
On our lips a prayer.