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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428572" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Little Knight in Green</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WHAT fragrant-footed comer<br>Is stepping o’er my head?<br>Behold, my queen! the Summer!<br>Who deems her warriors dead.<br>Now rise, ye knights of many fights, <br>From out your sleep profound!<br>Make sharp your spears, my gallant peers,<br>And prick the frozen ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before the White Host harm her,<br>We ’ll hurry to her aid; <br>We ’ll don our elfin armor,<br>And every tiny blade<br>Shall bear atop a dewy drop,<br>The life-blood of the frost,<br>Till from their king the order ring: <br>“Fall back! the day is lost.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now shame to knighthood, brothers!<br>Must Summer plead in vain?<br>And shall I wait till others<br>My crown of sunshine gain? <br>Alone this day I ’ll dare the fray,<br>Alone the victory win;<br>In me my queen shall find, I ween,<br>A sturdy paladin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To battle! Ho! King Winter <br>Hath rushed on me apace,—<br>My fragile blade doth splinter<br>Beneath his icy mace.<br>I stagger back. I yield—alack!<br>I fall. My senses pass. <br>Woe worth the chance for doughtiest lance<br>Of all the House of Grass!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Last hope my heart gives over.<br>But hark! a shout of cheer!<br>Don Daisy and Count Clover, <br>Sir Buttercup, are here!<br>Behold! behold! with shield of gold<br>Prince Dandelion comes.<br>Lord Bumble-Bee beats valiantly<br>His rolling battle-drums. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My brothers leave their slumbers<br>And lead the van of war;<br>Before our swelling numbers<br>The foes are driven far.<br>The day’s our own; but, overthrown, <br>A little Knight in green,<br>I kiss her feet and deem it sweet<br>To perish for my queen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Katharine+Lee+Bates">Katharine Lee Bates</a><div class=q>
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Is stepping o’er my head?
Behold, my queen! the Summer!
Who deems her warriors dead.
Now rise, ye knights of many fights, 
From out your sleep profound!
Make sharp your spears, my gallant peers,
And prick the frozen gr..."></div>
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