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The Song of Finis
At the edge of All the Ages A Knight sat on his steed, His armor red and thin with rust His soul from sorrow freed; And he lifted up his visor From a face of skin and bone, And his horse turned head and whinnied As the twain stood there alone.
No bird above that steep of time Sand of a livelong quest; No wind breathed
Rest: "Lone for an end!" cried Knight to steed, Loosed an eager rein— Charged with his Challenge into space; And quiet did remain.
~Walter De la Mare
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