With no steed, status
Of a noble knight
Arrayed, lady, in your sight
Full-blazing armoured
An uplifting word, know you
Has saving powers!
Till they, smiled, sobbed on
With appreciative ease
As yokels, roughs, that rough tease
A love from out each
For this sweet praise, thought them not
As heart-rescuers!
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