The Black Knight Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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'T was Pentecost, the Feast of Gladness,
When woods and fields put off all sadness.
  Thus began the King and spake:
  "So from the halls
Of ancient hofburg's walls,
  A luxuriant Spring shall break."
Drums and trumpets echo loudly,
Wave the crimson banners proudly,
  From balcony the King looked on;
In the play of spears,
Fell all the cavaliers,
  Before the monarch's stalwart son.
To the barrier of the fight
Rode at last a sable Knight.
  "Sir Knight! your name and scutcheon, say!"
"Should I speak it here,
Ye would stand aghast with fear;
  I am a Prince of mighty sway!"
When he rode into the lists,
The arch of heaven grew black with mists,
  And the castle 'gan to rock;
At the first blow,
Fell the youth from saddle-bow,
  Hardly rises from the shock.
When woods and fields put off all sadness.
  Thus began the King and spake:
  "So from the halls
Of ancient hofburg's walls,
  A luxuriant Spring shall break."
Drums and trumpets echo loudly,
Wave the crimson banners proudly,
  From balcony the King looked on;
In the play of spears,
Fell all the cavaliers,
  Before the monarch's stalwart son.
To the barrier of the fight
Rode at last a sable Knight.
  "Sir Knight! your name and scutcheon, say!"
"Should I speak it here,
Ye would stand aghast with fear;
  I am a Prince of mighty sway!"
When he rode into the lists,
The arch of heaven grew black with mists,
  And the castle 'gan to rock;
At the first blow,
Fell the youth from saddle-bow,
  Hardly rises from the shock.
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