Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
A HuguenotMary Elizabeth Coleridge (18611907)
O,
As they charged on us that day,
A thousand riding like one!
Their trumpets crying,
And their white plumes flying,
And their sabres flashing in the sun.
As we stood beside the sea,
Each man for himself as he stood!
We were scatter’d and lonely—
A little force only
Of the good men fighting for the good.
On sea or on shore
The ringing of my own true blade.
Like lightning it quiver’d,
And the hard helms shiver’d,
As I sang, ‘None maketh me afraid!’