Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
England: Vols. I–IV. 1876–79.
Dupath Well
By Robert Stephen Hawker (1803–1875)H
The leech hath told the woful bride
’T is vain: his passing hour is nigh,
And death must quench her warrior’s eye.
When Dupath spring was dark with gore;
The spear I raised for Githa’s glove,
Those trophies of my wars and love.”
The helm on his unyielding head;
Sternly he leaned upon his spear,
He knew his passing hour was near.
How fiercely glared his flashing eye!
“Sound! herald!” was his shout of pride:
Hear how the noble Siward died.
Her dying lord’s remembered theme;
A daily vow that lady said,
Where glory wreathed the hero dead.
Time yet hath spared that solemn cell,
In memory of old love and pride:
Hear how the noble Siward died.