I remember
the first rhymes of it, which I heard as I turned away my head and we
moved on toward the church:
"On a fair field of France
We fought on a morning
So lovely as it lieth
Along by the water.
There was many a lord there
Mowed men in the medley,
'Midst the banners of the barons
And bold men of the knighthood,
And spearmen and sergeants
And shooters of the shaft."
CHAPTER IX
BETWIXT THE LIVING AND THE DEAD
We entered the church through the south porch under a round-arched
door carved very richly, and with a sculpture over the doorway and
under the arch, which, as far as I could see by the moonlight, figured
St. Michael and the Dragon. As I came into the rich gloom of the nave
I noticed for the first time that I had one of those white poppies in
my hand; I must have taken it out of the pot by the window as I passed
out of Will Green's house.
The nave was not very large, but it looked spacious too; it was
somewhat old, but well-built and handsome; the roof of curved wooden
rafters with great tie-beams going from wall to wall.
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