Praise to our Indian brothers, and the dark face have his due! Thanks to the kindly dark faces who fought with us, faithful and few, Fought with the … - Alfred Tennyson

They served their use, their time; for every knight
Believed himself a greater than himself,
And every follower eyed him as a God;
Till he, being lifted up beyond himself,
Did mightier deeds than elsewise he had done,
And so the realm was made; but then their vows — First mainly through that sullying of our Queen — Began to gall the knighthood, asking whence
Had Arthur right to bind them to himself?

Whither in after life retired From brawling storms, From weary wind, With youthful fancy reinspired, We may hold converse with all forms Of the many-sided mind, And those whom passion hath not blinded, Subtle-thoughted, myriad-minded.

I sometimes hold it half a sin,
To put in words the grief I feel;
For words, like nature, half reveal
And half conceal the soul within.