They went forth to battle, but they always fell

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They went forth to battle, but they always fell
Their eyes were fixed above the sullen shields
Nobly they fought and bravely, but not well
And sank heart-wounded by a subtle spell.
They knew not fear that to the foeman yields,
They were not weak, as one who vainly wields
A futile weapon; yet the sad scrolls tell
How on the hard-fought field they always fell.

It was a secret music that they heard
A sad sweet plea for pity and for peace;
And that which pierced the heart was but a word,
Though the white breast was red-lipped where the sword
Pressed a fierce cruel kiss, to put surcease
On its hot thirst, but drank a hot increase.
Ah, they by some strange troubling doubt were stirred,
And died for hearing what no foeman heard.

They went forth to battle, but they always fell;
Their might was not the might of lifted spears;
Over the battle-clamour came a spell
Of troubling music, and they fought not well.
Their wreaths are willows, and their tribute, tears;
Yet they will scatter the red hordes of Hell,
Who went to battle forth and always fell.
 
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