The Princess: A Medley: Thy Voice Is Heard Poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Princess: A Medley: Thy Voice Is Heard

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Thy voice is heard thro' rolling drums,
That beat to battle where he stands;
Thy face across his fancy comes,
And gives the battle to his hands:
A moment, while the trumpets blow,
He sees his brood about thy knee;
The next, like fire he meets the foe,
And strikes him dead for thine and thee.

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