This I beheld，or dreamed it in a dream：There spread a cloud of dust along a plain；And underneath the cloud，or in it，ragedA furious battle，and men yelled，and swords Shocked upon swords and shields.A prince‘s bannerWavered，then staggered backward，hemmed by foes.
And thought，“Had I a sword of keener steelThat blue blade that the king‘s son bears，but this Blunt thing！”he snapt and flung it from his hand，And lowering crept away and left the field.
Then came the king’s son，wounded，sore bestead，And weaponless，and saw the broken sword，Hiltburied in the dry and trodden sand，And ran and snatched it，and with battleshout Lifted afresh，he hewed his enemy down，And saved a great cause that heroic day.