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SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT
In all the seasons and the tides.
But ah! the more it changed and changed” —
(The good knight laughed to split his sides !)
“What? Is the soul of things deranged?
The more it changed, and rippled through
Its changes, and still changed, and changed,
The liker to itself it grew.
Bear me,” he cried, “ to purge my bile
To the old land of Hormakhu,
That I may sit and curse awhile
At all these follies fond that pen
My quest about—on, on to Nile!
Tread tenderly, my merry men!
For nothing is so void and vile
As Palamede the Saracen.”