Frances S. Osgood, The Crimson Plume (1852)
“ And his sword-wave is death, and his war-cry is doom! Oh! brave not the knight of the dark crimson plume! His armour is black, as the blackest midnight; His steed like the ocean-foam, spotlessly white; His crest a crouched tiger, who dreams of fierce joy— Its motto “Beware! for I wake to destroy!” And his sword-wave is death, and his war-cry is doom! Oh! brave not the knight of the dark crimson plume! ”
