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LONE in the forest, Sir Lancelot rode, O’er the neck of his courser the reins lightly flowed, And beside hung his helmet, for bare was his brow To meet the soft breeze that was fanning him now.

And "the flowers of the forest" were many and sweet, Which, crushed at each step by his proud courser's feet, Gave forth all their fragrance, while thick over-head The boughs of the oak and the elm-tree were spread.

The wind stirred the branches, as if its low suit Were urged, like a lover who wakens the lute,

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