Koll^iii'l *mlte« hard lli'; rock of Sardonix ;
'I'Uf, atcel but Kflinls, It l)re;ikii not, nor ({row* blunt)
'I'li'-n M-elnii Unit he tiinnot break lii» nwonl,
'riiu» to lilinw;ll In- inoMrn>i lor llnidnl;tl ;
"II Koo'l my nword, liow lirlnlit and |)iire I An:iliiiit
'I'll': »uii winil flashing light tliy l/l;i<l>! rclli-i,t»l
WiM'n (jolf |i:i>iaf,'l tlinnixh lln; valley ol Moriane,
'I'lie 'io'l of lleuvea liy lilo Angel *cnt
<;oinnj;onMliul lie ulioulil give tliee l"! :i eount,
A Viilliiiil, i,i|il;iin ( It wa* tln'ii llie ^reut
And Ke/ille liiiiK did ((Inl tliee In my *ide.
With thee I won for liim Aiijoii — Bretalgne;
I'or lilin with thee I won rolton, le Malni)
Anil Norniandie tlie In^e ; I won l»rovcnce
And Ai|ultalne, iiii'l I,iiml«r>lle, and all
The Konninlei I won for him llavlere,
All I'landre— Duguorle — iill I'ulllanio,
CoDieiiilnnuble wlilch allegiance piil'l,
And Siiimnle itnlnnlUed to hi* jiower j
I'or hliii 1 won Kiicnto and 'iaile, Irlande
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And Engleterre he made his royal seat ;
With thee I conquered all the lands and realms
Which Carle, the hoary-bearded monarch, rules.
Now for this sword I mourn. . . . Far better die
Than in the hands of pagans let it fall !
May God, Our Father, save sweet France this shame ! "

Aoi.
Upon the gray rock mightily he smites.
Shattering it more than I can tell ; the sword
But grinds. It breaks not — nor receives a notch,
And upward springs more dazzling in the air.
