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SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT
White as a corpse, the hero hails
The dawn, that night of fear still shaking
His body. All death’s doubt assails
Him. Was it sleep or was it waking?
“ By God, I care not, I!” (quod he).
“Or wake or sleep, or live or dead,
I will pursue this mystery.
So help me Grace of Godlihead!”
Ay! with thy wasted limbs pursue
That subtle Beast home to his den!
Who knows but thou mayst win athrough,
Sir Palamede the Saracen?