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This I beheld, or dreamed it in a dream:—
There spread a cloud of
dust along a plain;
And underneath the cloud, or in it, raged
A
furious battle, and men yelled, and swords
Shocked upon swords and
shields. A prince's banner
Wavered, then staggered backward, hemmed
by foes.
A craven hung along the battle's edge,
And thought,
"Had I a sword of keener steel—
That blue blade that the king's son
bears,— but this
Blunt thing—!" He snapped and flung it from his
hand,
And lowering crept away and left the field.
Then came
the king's son, wounded sore bested,
And weaponless, and saw the
broken sword
Hilt-buried in the dry and trodden sand,
And ran
and snatched it, and with battle-shout
Lifted afresh he hewed his
enemy down
And saved a great cause that heroic day.
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