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Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp.  The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse.  1922.
A Conquest
By Walter Herries Pollock (1850–1926)
I FOUND him openly wearing her token;
I knew that her troth could never be broken;
I laid my hand on the hilt of my sword,
He did the same, and he spoke no word;
He faced me with his villainy;        5
He laugh’d, and said, ‘She gave it me.’
We search’d for seconds, they soon were found;
They measured our swords; they measured the ground:
They held to the deadly work too fast;
They thought to gain our place at last.        10
We fought in the sheen of a wintry wood,
The fair white snow was red with his blood;
But his was the victory, for, as he died,
He swore by the rood that he had not lied.

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