the Equinox - The Hermetic Library

the Equinox - The Hermetic Library the Equinox - The Hermetic Library

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98 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? I am, and I abide, Sir Palamede the Saracen!”

XXXVIII SIR PALAMEDE of great renown rode through the land upon the quest, His sword loose and his vizor down, His buckler braced, his lance in rest. Now, then, God save thee, Palamede! Who courseth yonder on the field? Those silver arms, that sable steed, The sun and rose upon his shield? The strange knight spurs to him. Disdain Curls that proud lip as he uplifts His vizor. “Come, an end! In vain, Sir Fox, thy thousand turns and shifts!” Sir Palamede was white with fear. Lord Christ! those features were his own; His own that voice so icy clear That cuts him, cuts him to the bone. “False knight! false knight!” the stranger cried. “Thou bastard dog, Sir Palamede? I am the good knight fain to ride Upon the Questing Beast at need. 99

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SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT<br />

Yet, those white lips were snapped, like steel<br />

Upon <strong>the</strong> ankles of a slave!<br />

That body broken on <strong>the</strong> wheel<br />

Of time suppressed <strong>the</strong> groan it gave!<br />

“Not <strong>the</strong>re, not here, my quest!” he cried.<br />

“Not thus! Not now! do how and when<br />

Matter? I am, and I abide,<br />

Sir Palamede <strong>the</strong> Saracen!”

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