 | The poems and stories of Fitz-James O'Brien |  |
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THE CHALLENGE.
A warrior hung his plumed helm
On the rugged trunk of an aged elm;
‘Where is the knight so bold,’ he cried,
‘That dares my haughty crest deride?’
On the rugged trunk of an aged elm;
‘Where is the knight so bold,’ he cried,
‘That dares my haughty crest deride?’
The wind came by with a sullen howl,
And dashed the helm on the pathway foul,
And shook in scorn each sturdy limb,—
For where was the knight that could fight with him?
And dashed the helm on the pathway foul,
And shook in scorn each sturdy limb,—
For where was the knight that could fight with him?
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