Q.ueen Blancheys and the Pilgrim 
 
 
  J. N. Paton, Artist 
 
 
 
 
0""      H, what do ye bring out of the 
   !.,    fight, 
        Thus hid beneath these boughs ? 
 'One that shall be thy guest to-night, 
     And yet shall not carouse, 
        Queen, in thy house.' 
 
  "Uncover ye his face,' she said, 
    '0, changed in little space!' 
    She cried, '0 pale that was so red! 
    0 God, 0 God of grace! 
        Cover his face! ' 
 
 
                D. Desvachez, Engraver 
 
 
 
 
"His sword was broken in his hand 
    Where he had kissed the blade, 
 '0 soft steel that could not withstand ! 
    0 my bard heart unstayed! 
       That prayed and prayed!' 
 
"His bloodied banner crossed his mouth 
    Where he had kissed her name. 
 '0 east, and west, and north, and 
         south, 
    Fair flew my web for shame, 
        To guide Death's aim / 
 
 
"The tints were shredded from his shield 
    Where he had kissed her face, 
 '0, of all gifts that I could yield, 
    Death only keeps its place, 
        My gift and grace! 
                  D. G. Rosetti's " The Staff and Scrip."