I. In Mail Of Black My Limbs I Girt, Angelica! And When The Bugles Clanged The Charge, The Rolling Battle'S Bristling Marge Beheld Me A Black Storm Of War Dash On The Foe; While Durindana Glitt'Ring Far Made Many A Foeman Mouth The Dirt In Bleeding Woe: - For Thou Didst Fire Me To The War 'Mid Many A Paynim Scimetar, Angelica! Ii. No More The Battle Fires My Blood, Angelica! No More Gay Lists Flaunt All Their Guiles, And Chivalry'S Charge, And Beauty'S Smiles! I Wander Lone The Thistly Wold When Night-Snows Fall, And Crispy Frosts The Wild Grass Hold. Great Knights Go Glimmering Thro' The Wood, The Clarion'S Call Wakes War Upon His Desert Wold - I See The Dawning Breaking Cold, Angelica! Iii. When Southern Winds Sowed All The Skies, Angelica! With Bloom-Storms Of The Flowering May; When All The Battle-Field Was Gay With Scented Garb Of Sainted Flowers, I Found A Stream Cold As Thy Heart To Paramours! Deep As The Depth Of Thy Blue Eyes! And Like A Dream I Found A Grotto 'Mid The Flowers, Cool 'Mid The Sunlight-Sprinkled Bowers, Angelica! Iv. My Casque I Dofft To Scoop The Fount, Angelica! With Beaded Pureness Bubbling Cool - It Clashed Into The Purling Pool; - Thy Name Lay Chiseled In The Rock, And Underneath - And Then Meseemed Deep Night Did Block My Steel-Chained Heart In One Huge Mount Foreshadowing Death! - Medoro Deep In Every Rock! The Moorish Name My Soul Did Mock, Angelica! V. No More Wild War My Veins Ensteeps, Angelica! No More Gay Lists Flaunt All Their Guiles! - White Wastes Before Me Miles On Miles With One Low, Ruby Sunset Bound - Thou Fleest Before, I Follow On: A Far Off Sound Of Oceans Gnawing At Dark Steeps Swells To A Roar. - 'Mid Foam Thou Smil'St: I Spurn The Ground - I Sink, I Swim, Waves Hiss Around - Oh, Could I Sink 'Neath The Profound, And Think Of Thee No More!