He kneel'd by his side, he stanch'd the tide Of life blood flowing free; With his scarf he bound each gaping wound, And he sooth'd their agony. He lifted the Gordon on his steed, Himself he held the rein: "I hold thee," he said, "for a knight indeed, And I give thee thy life again." There was bitter grief in the Gordon's eye; But he wept for his broken loyalty To such a generous chief. Humbly he bent his knightly head With a changed and gentle brow: "Oh, pardon! I yield, I yield!" he said; "I am truly conquer'd now!" Behold how mercy softeneth still The haughtiest heart that beats; Pride with disdain may be answer'd again, The brave man felt forgiveness melt A heart by fear unshaken; He was ready to die for his loyalty To the prince he had forsaken. Prince Edward hath brought him to Guilford Tower Ere that summer's day is o'er; He hath led him in to the secret bower Of his fair wife Alianore; His mother, the lady of gay Provence, And his sire, the king, were there. |