(The White Knight,Walter Crane,1870)"...The helmet and the helmet-feather
Burn'd like one burning flame together,
As he rode down to Camelot.
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,
As he rode down to Camelot." - Tennyson, The Lady of Shallot.
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