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They rode right out of the morning sun -- / A glimmering, glittering cavalcade / Of knights and ladies and every one / In princely sheen arrayed; / And the king of them all, O he rode ahead, / With a helmet of gold, and a plume of red / That spurted about in the breeze and bled / In the bloom of the everglade.
And they rode high over the dewy lawn, / With brave, glad banners of every hue / That rolled in ripples, as they rode on / In splendor, two and two; / And the tinkling links of the golden reins / Of the steeds they rode rang such refrains / As the castanets in a dream of Spain's / Intensest gold and blue.