The Elected Knight Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Sir Oluf he rideth over the plain,
       &nbsp Full seven miles broad and seven miles wide,
But never, ah never can meet with the man
       &nbsp A tilt with him dare ride.

He saw under the hillside
       &nbsp A Knight full well equipped;
His steed was black, his helm was barred;
       &nbsp He was riding at full speed.

He wore upon his spurs
       &nbsp Twelve little golden birds;
Anon he spurred his steed with a clang,
       &nbsp And there sat all the birds and sang.

He wore upon his mail
       &nbsp Twelve little golden wheels;
Anon in eddies the wild wind blew,
       &nbsp And round and round the wheels they flew.

He wore before his breast
       &nbsp A lance that was poised in rest;
And it was sharper than diamond-stone,
       &nbsp It made Sir Oluf's heart to groan.

He wore upon his helm
       &nbsp A wreath of ruddy gold;
And that gave him the Maidens Three,
       &nbsp The youngest was fair to behold.