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Eustace, I said, did blithely mark
But soon their mood was changed:
Of something disarranged.
Some clamoured loud for armour lost;
Better we had through mire and bush
II. Fitz-Eustace, who the cause but guessed, Nor wholly understood, His comrades' clamourous plaints suppressed; He knew Lord Marmion’s mood. Him, ere he issued forth, he sought, And found deep plunged in gloomy thought, And did his tale display Simply, as if he knew of nought To cause such disarray. Lord Marmion gave attention cold, Nor marvelled at the wonders told,— Passed them as accidents of course,
And bade his clarions sound to horse.
* Alias Will o' the Wisp. See Note.