  O KNIGHT, if thou a lady hast, Gentle and loving, high and true, Cling to her, live for her, die for her, too, Swerve not from her while life shall last— O knight, if thou a lady hast. But if thou, knight, no lady hast, Kind as courteous, fair as fond, So grasp the joyless pilgrim’s wand, Go high, go wide, go far and fast— Till thou e’en such a lady hast. |
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