Fast rode the knight
 With spurs, hot and reeking,
 Ever waving an eager sword,
 "To save my lady!"
 Fast rode the knight,
 And leaped from saddle to war.
 Men of steel flickered and gleamed
 Like riot of silver lights,
 And the gold of the knight's good banner
 Still waved on a castle wall.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
A horse,
 Blowing, staggering, bloody thing,
 Forgotten at foot of castle wall.
 A horse
 Dead at foot of castle wall.