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The Knight had ridden down from Wensley moor

With the slow motion of a summer's cloud;

He turned aside towards a Vassal's door,

And, "Bring another Horse!" he cried aloud.

"Another Horse!"—That shout the Vassal heard,

And saddled his best Steed, a comely gray;

Sir Walter mounted him; he was the third

Which he had mounted on that glorious day.