SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT
Yet, those white lips were snapped, like steel
Upon the ankles of a slave!
That body broken on the wheel
Of Time suppressed the groan it gave!
“Not there, not here, my quest!” he cried.
“Not thus! Not now! Do how and when
Matter? Iam, and I abide,
Sir Palamede the Saracen!”