Part Three The Heart of the Forest

Part Three

The Heart of the Forest

White shields they carry in their hands,

With emblems of pale silver;

With glittering blue swords,

With mighty stout horns.

In well-devised battle array,

Ahead of their fair chieftain

They march amid blue spears,

Pale-visaged, curly-headed bands.

They scatter the battalions of the foe,

They ravage every land they attack,

Splendidly they march to combat,

A swift, distinguished, avenging host!

—“The Hosts of Faery,” translated by Kuno Meyer

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