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Robert W Service - Adventure
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Out of the wood my White Knight came:
His eyes were bright with a bitter flame,
As I clung to his stirrup leather;
For I was only a dreaming lad,
Yet oh, what a wonderful faith I had!
And the song in my heart was never so glad,
As we took to the trail together.

"Friends and lovers, good-bye," I said;
Never once did I turn my head,
Though wickedly wild the weather
min were the rover`s rags and scars,
And the rover`s bed beneath the stars,
But never the shadow of prison bars,
As we ranged the world together.

Dreary and darkling was the trail,
But my Knight was clad in a gleaming mail,
And he plucked from his plume a feather.
And oh how foolishly proud was I!
"I`ll wear it," I told him, "till I die;
Freemen we`ll be of sea and sky,
To the ends of the earth together."

Yet now I know by my failing breath
I`m ripe for the last adventure, Death,
And I`ve reached the end of my tether:
But my Knight of the shining mail is there,
And his eyes are bright and he bids me dare:
So into the Dark let`s boldly fare,
Into the Dark . . . together.
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