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White, O white face from
disenchanted days wither alike dark rose and
fiery bays: no gift within our hands, nor
strength to praise, only defeat and silence;
though we lift hands, disenchanted, of small
strength, nor raise branch of the laurel or
the light of torch, but fold the garment on
the riven locks, yet hear, all-merciful, and touch
the fore-head, dim, unlit of pride and thought,
Mistress be near! Give back
the glamour to our will, the thought; give back
the tool, the chisel; once we wrought things
not unworthy, sandal and steel-clasp; silver
and steel, the coat with white leaf-pattern at
the arm and throat: silver and metal, hammered
for the ridge of shield and helmet-rim; white
silver with the dark hammered in, belt, staff
and magic spear-shaft with the gilt spark at the
point and hilt.