ZANTHON - MY FRIEND
I, knight-at-arms, in my own forest lost!
Count of the empire, heir to crags and caves,
And brother to the eagle and the fox!
The music of the thunder, and the wind
Among the arches of the oaks, may choir
A requiem for my passing soul. But hist!
A footstep in the leaves -- some poaching hind
Or gypsy trapping game -- Holà! holà!
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