I saw a beautiful face,
And ever since the seeing,
To pause for a moment's space
Is to bring it again into being.

Over the splendour and gloom
Of thoughts, like a misty star,
As a goddess out of a mist would come
To the hard-prest sons of war.

Memory, enfold her and cling!
And I will go forth against odds.
But heart, forget her and sing!
This is no place for the Gods.