Equinox I (04).pdf

NOW findeth he, as all alone
He moves about the burning East,
The mighty trail of some unknown,
But surely some majestic beast.
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So followeth he the forest ways,
Remembering his knightly oath,
And through the hot and dripping days
Ploughs through the tangled undergrowth.
Sir Palamede the Saracen
Came on a forest pool at length,
Remote from any mart of men,
Where there disported in his strength
The lone and lordly elephant.
Sir Palamede his forehead beat.
“O amorous! O militant!
O lord of this arboreal seat!”
Thus worshipped he, and stalking stole
Into the presence: he emerged.
The scent awakes the uneasy soul
Of that Majestic One: upsurged
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