I have been brave in my way, Though men did not call me brave;They deem that I creep away, If ever a pennon waveOver the flashing fray.
Yet I have lain through the night Shuddering, open-eyed,Straining my aching sight To see what leant at my side,Angel or sullen sprite.
Then in the haggard day, -- Cruel and cold it shone, --Sighing in sad dismay, I bind my armour on;I have been brave, I say.
