Fast rode the knight 
With spurs, hot and reeking, 
Ever waving an eager sword, 
"To save my lady!" 
Fast rode the knight, 
And leaped from saddle to war. 
Men of steel flickered and gleamed 
Like riot of silver lights, 
And the gold of the knight's good banner 
Still waved on a castle wall. 
. . . . . . . . . . . . 
A horse, 
Blowing, staggering, bloody thing, 
Forgotten at foot of castle wall. 
A horse 
Dead at foot of castle wall.