And here goes my belated present! Sorry, it still needs a title...and believe me, I was surprised when I wrote it! *chuckles* Happy birthday!
His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;
On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow'd
His coal-black curls as on he rode...
Tennyson, The Lady of Shalott
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As he
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