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Whose streamer to the gentle breeze
Long floating fluttered light,
Beneath whose crimson canopy
There lay reclin'd a knight.
Long floating fluttered light,
Beneath whose crimson canopy
There lay reclin'd a knight.
With arching crest and swelling breast
On sail'd the stately swan
And lightly up the parting tide
The little boat came on.
On sail'd the stately swan
And lightly up the parting tide
The little boat came on.
And onward to the shore they drew
And leapt to land the knight,
And down the stream the little boat
Fell soon beyond the sight.
And leapt to land the knight,
And down the stream the little boat
Fell soon beyond the sight.
Was never a Knight in Waldhurst's walls
Could with this stranger vie,
Was never youth at aught esteem'd
When Rudiger was by.
Could with this stranger vie,
Was never youth at aught esteem'd
When Rudiger was by.
