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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 reinó

Charged with his Challenge into space;

And quiet did remain.

 

~Walter De la Mare

 

20-Oct-2003

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