Saint George of England

Mine eyes were sealed with slumber; I sat too long at the
ale.

The green dew blights the banner; the red rust eats the
mail.

And a spider spanned the chasm from the hand to the fallen
sword,

And the sea sang me to sleep; for it called me lord

This was the hand of the hero; it strangled the dragon's
scream,

But I dreamed so long of the dragon that the dragon was a
dream:

And the knight that defied the dragon deserted the princess.
Her knight has stolen her dowry; she has no redress.

Mirror of Justice, shine on us; blaze though the broad sky
break

Show us our face though it shatter us; shatter and shake us
awake!

We were not tortured of demons, with Berber and Scot,

We that have loved have failed thee Oh, fail us not!