Fast rode the knight With spurs, hot and reeking, Ever waving an eager sword, “To save my lady!” Fast rode the knight, And leaped from saddle to war. Men of steel flickered and gleamed Like riot of silver lights, And the gold of the knight's good banner Still waved on a castle wall. . . . . . . . A horse, Blowing, staggering, bloody thing, Forgotten at foot of castle wall. A horse Dead at foot of castle wall.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Forth went the candid man And spoke freely to the wind— When he looked about him he was in a far strange country. Forth went the candid man And spoke freely to the stars— Yellow light tore sight from his eye.  “My good fool,” said a learned bystander, “Your operations are mad.”  “You are too candid,” cried the candid man. And when his stick left the head of the learned bystander It was two sticks.

 

 

 

 

You tell me this is God? I tell you this is a printed list, A burning candle and an ass.

 

 

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