So round about the Branstock they feast in the gleam of the gold; And though the deeds of man-folk were not yet waxen old, Yet had they tales for Songcraft, and the blossomed garth of rhyme; Tales of the framing of all things and the entering in of time From the halls of the outer heaven; so near they knew the door.
"The Story of Sigurd the Volsung and the Fall of the Niblungs"
William Morris
When a later generation of La Tours were struggling for foothold in the New World, it was not strange that a son of the De Borns, full of Songcraft and spirit inherited from some troubadour soldier of the twelfth century, should turn his face to the same land.
"The Lady of Fort St. John"
Mary Hartwell Catherwood