SEPTEMBER 22nd
So with the wan waste grasses on my spear,I ride for ever seeking after God.My hair grows whiter than my thistle plumeAnd all my limbs are loose; but in my eyesThe star of an unconquerable praise:For in my soul one hope for ever sings,That at the next white corner of a roadMy eyes may look on Him.
'The Wild Knight.'
'The Wild Knight.'
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