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High on a barb whose trappings shone Inlaid with laton, gold of hue, Star-bright amid the dawn and dew; Proud on his lordly-stepping roan He rode, and seemed of chivalry The star, until he stood alone Before the Court and spoke his lie, And said,--(for him, too, heart and tongue, Mark's gold had bought)--"I saw him die. Alas! for one so brave and young! But better so than still to be A madman and a mockery!"-- Then smiled around the questioning Court As one who brought no ill report.... And she believed. And front to front With all her misery that eve,-- Which, sombre-visaged, o'er the mount, Above Day's burning bier did grieve And bow her melancholy star,-- With tearful eyes she watched the light Streak all the heaven with blood afar; And lingered far into the night, Lamenting at her casement-bar.