He saw across the hazy heights
A mighty host another day:
A thousand well-accoutred knights
Went riding ready for the fray.
Bright were their ranks, with large display
Of gorgeous banners gaily blent;
Each brandished sword in that array, —
Yet never knew he where they went.
A mighty host another day:
A thousand well-accoutred knights
Went riding ready for the fray.
Bright were their ranks, with large display
Of gorgeous banners gaily blent;
Each brandished sword in that array, —
Yet never knew he where they went.
Again, he saw a wondrous rout
Of knights and ladies dancing free,
In quaint attire, and in and out
They wove and wandered daintily,
To sound of pipes and minstrelsy
And every kind of music sweet.
One day he saw a galaxy
Of ladies ride by his retreat;
Of knights and ladies dancing free,
In quaint attire, and in and out
They wove and wandered daintily,
To sound of pipes and minstrelsy
And every kind of music sweet.
One day he saw a galaxy
Of ladies ride by his retreat;
Gentle and sweet they were, he wist,
And not a man rode in their train;
Each had a falcon on her wrist,
And to the river in the plain
And not a man rode in their train;
Each had a falcon on her wrist,
And to the river in the plain
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