Sorrowed brow and aching sigh
Who am I let per chance to die
From burrows end my furlong makes
To measure out my pains and aches
I clutch at edges of steely blades
I clutch at edges of steely blades
To whom I pledge my life is saved
From ashes rise that burning knight
To charge again o'er in fright
Tis but silence that quells me so
Tis but silence that quells me so
Not ogre nor harpy that makes my foe
So bidden well that charge of light
That dreams remembered and put right