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Katharine Lee Bates - The Little Knight In Green
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WHAT fragrant-footed comer	
  Is stepping o’er my head?	
Behold, my queen! the Summer!	
  Who deems her warriors dead.	
Now rise, ye knights of many fights,	        
  From out your sleep profound!	
Make sharp your spears, my gallant peers,	
  And prick the frozen ground.	
 
Before the White Host harm her,	
  We ’ll hurry to her aid;	        
We ’ll don our elfin armor,	
  And every tiny blade	
Shall bear atop a dewy drop,	
  The life-blood of the frost,	
Till from their king the order ring:	        
  “Fall back! the day is lost.”	
 
Now shame to knighthood, brothers!	
  Must Summer plead in vain?	
And shall I wait till others	
  My crown of sunshine gain?	        
Alone this day I ’ll dare the fray,	
  Alone the victory win;	
In me my queen shall find, I ween,	
  A sturdy paladin.	
 
To battle! Ho! King Winter	        
  Hath rushed on me apace,—	
My fragile blade doth splinter	
  Beneath his icy mace.	
I stagger back. I yield—alack!	
  I fall. My senses pass.	        
Woe worth the chance for doughtiest lance	
  Of all the House of Grass!	
 
Last hope my heart gives over.	
  But hark! a shout of cheer!	
Don Daisy and Count Clover,	        
  Sir Buttercup, are here!	
Behold! behold! with shield of gold	
  Prince Dandelion comes.	
Lord Bumble-Bee beats valiantly	
  His rolling battle-drums.	        
 
My brothers leave their slumbers	
  And lead the van of war;	
Before our swelling numbers	
  The foes are driven far.	
The day’s our own; but, overthrown,	        
  A little Knight in green,	
I kiss her feet and deem it sweet	
  To perish for my queen.
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