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SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT
Buzzing some streamlet through a wood.
Sir Palamede grows mighty wroth,
And mutters maledictions rude,
Seeing his quarry far and loth
And thieves despoiling all the bait.
Now, careless of the knightly oath,
The sun pours down his eastern gate.
The chase is over: see ye then,
Coursing afar, afoam at fate,
Sir Palamede the Saracen !