An ancient, war-worn knight,
Arrayed in steel, from head to heel,
And on a steed of white;
And, in the knight’s despite,
The horse pursued his flight:
For the old man’s cheek was pale,
And his hands strove at the rein,
With the clutch of frenzied pain;
And his courser’s streaming mane
Swept, disheveled, on the gale.