No More Learning

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Back he reined the steed--back, back! but she trailed along his track
With a frantic clasp and strain.

LXXXV.

Evermore the foemen pour through the crash of window and door--
_Toll slowly. _
And the shouts of Leigh and Leigh, and the shrieks of "kill! " and
"flee! "
Strike up clear amid the roar.

LXXXVI.

Thrice he wrung her hands in twain, but they closed and clung again--
_Toll slowly. _
While she clung, as one, withstood, clasps a Christ upon the rood,
In a spasm of deathly pain.

LXXXVII.

She clung wild and she clung mute with her shuddering lips half-shut.
_Toll slowly. _
Her head fallen as half in swound, hair and knee swept on the ground,
She clung wild to stirrup and foot.

LXXXVIII.
Back he reined his steed back-thrown on the slippery coping-stone:
_Toll slowly. _
Back the iron hoofs did grind on the battlement behind
Whence a hundred feet went down:

LXXXIX.

And his heel did press and goad on the quivering flank bestrode--
_Toll slowly. _
"Friends and brothers, save my wife! Pardon, sweet, in change for
life,--
But I ride alone to God. "

XC.

Straight as if the Holy name had upbreathed her like a flame--
_Toll slowly. _
She upsprang, she rose upright, in his selle she sate in sight,
By her love she overcame.

XCI.

And her head was on his breast where she smiled as one at rest--
_Toll slowly. _
"Ring," she cried, "O vesper-bell in the beechwood's old chapelle--
But the passing-bell rings best! "

XCII.

They have caught out at the rein which Sir Guy threw loose--in vain--
_Toll slowly. _
For the horse in stark despair, with his front hoofs poised in air,
On the last verge rears amain.

XCIII.

Now he hangs, he rocks between, and his nostrils curdle in--
_Toll slowly.