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Слушать(AI)A Ballad Of The Two Knights
Two knights rode forth at early dawn A-seeking maids to wed,
Said one, "My lady must be fair,
With gold hair on her head."Then spake the other knight-at-arms: "I care not for her face,
But she I love must be a dove For purity and grace."And each knight blew upon his horn And went his separate way,
And each knight found a lady-love Before the fall of day.
But she was brown who should have had The shining yellow hair — I ween the knights forgot their words Or else they ceased to care.
For he who wanted purity Brought home a wanton wild,
And when each saw the other knight I ween that each knight smiled.
Sara Teasdale
Sara Teasdale (August 8, 1884 – January 29, 1933) was an American lyric poet. She was born Sarah Trevor Teasdale in St. Louis, Missouri, and use
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