Through whose eagarness, a heart's
To be warmed again
Winds, coldest, could not slow up.
Nor sink, coldest rain.
What has been, goes on to be
No fable but fact.
Throughout all ages, touch on
Yet what of romance
To save, in knight's outstretched stance
Runs with; to contact.
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