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"For the fairies, like the mortals,
Love to be loved ;
And the fairy palace portals
Lightly are moved."
Then a rain of footsteps
Sounded on the sward,
And a page came kneeling —
"What wills my lord?"
"I will a tournament," said he,
"Where no one shall be killed ;
Where all shall gain the victory,
And be supremely skilled."
Up rode a fairy paladin,
With coat of beetle's mail ;
Before the glistening green and gold
Sure any heart must quail.
"I see no foe," the king complained.
"But wait," the page implored.
And then the fairy paladin
Drew out a shining sword ;
