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SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT
The Me with Thou; then swift the quest
To slay the Me should hook the Thou.”
With that he crossed him, brow and breast,
And flung his body from the prow.
Anend? Alas! on silver sand
Open his eyes; the surf-rings roar.
What snorts there, swimming from the land?
The Beast that brought him to the shore!
“O Beast!” quoth purple Palamede,
“ A morister strange as Thou am I.
I could not live before, indeed;
And now I cannot even die!
Who chose me, of the Table Round
By miracle acclaimed the chief ?
Here, waterlogged and muscle-bound,
Marooned upon a coral reef!”