by Stephen Crane (1871 - 1900)
Fast rode the knight
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Language: English
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.
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- by Stephen Crane (1871 - 1900), no title, appears in War Is Kind and Other Lines, no. 8 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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