English poem
Ii
Into the thick of the Edgehill fight Sir Edmund rode with a shout; and the ring Of grim-faced, hard-hitting Parliament men Swallowed him up,--it was one against ten! He fought for the standard with all his might, Never again did he come to sight-- Victor, hid by the raven's wing! After the battle had passed we found Only one thing,-- The hand of Sir Edmund gripped around The banner-staff of his King.
1914.