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<h2> DAHIN </h2>
<p>O brow, so fronted with a stately calm,<br/>
O full completeness of true womanhood,<br/>
O counsel, pleader for all highest good,<br/>
Thou hast upon my sorrow poured thy balm!<br/>
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Poor soldier he who did not raise his sword,<br/>
And, touching with his lips the hilt-cross, swear<br/>
In war or peace the livery to wear<br/>
Of one that blessed him with her queenly word.<br/>
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Most base crusader, who at night and morn<br/>
Crying Dahin, thought not of her again<br/>
From whose sweet power was his knighthood born,<br/>
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For whom he quells the valiant Saracen.<br/>
Shall I not, then, in the tumultuous place<br/>
Of my life’s warfare ever seek thy face?<br/></p>
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