XXIII.

Within a windowed niche of that high hall Sate Brunswick's fated Chieftain; he did hear[291] That sound the first amidst the festival, And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear; And when they smiled because he deemed it near, His heart more truly knew that peal too well[hi] Which stretched his father on a bloody bier, And roused the vengeance blood alone could quell; He rushed into the field, and, foremost fighting, fell.