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Years, years have past along Since the sword, and since the song Made alike the bright and bold— What one wrought—the other told. When the lady in her bower Held her beauty's conscious power; When the knight's wild life was spent Less in castle than in tent; When romance, excitement, strife, Flung the picturesque o'er life.

Lo, the past yields up an hour To the painter's magic power— Mastered into life and light, Breathing beautiful and bright,— One bright hour in glory dyed Of the old chivalric pride.