X - Dawn lyrics

These are the fights of Love and Joy and Men With Fate and d**h and the illicit Beast, For guerdons, of which Glory is the least And Honour not the highest. The old reign Of Night shall topple, the old Wrongs be slain: Fitting it is that you go to the Feast While ange suns kindle the young-eyed east And bring the breath of Eden back again. Oh soldiers' hour! . . . For now the English rose Flames and is washed with the authentic dew And through the mist her ancient crimson shows: I see your shadows on the waking lawn Like shadows of kings, and all the souls of you Blazoned and bright and panoplied in the dawn.