And he lifted up his visor From a face of skin and bone, And his horse turned head and whinnied As the twain stood there alone.
No bird above that steep of time Sang of a livelong quest; No wind breathed, Rest: "Lone for an end!" cried Knight to steed, Loosed an eager rein-- Charged with his challenge into space: And quiet did quiet remain.
End of The Project Gutenberg Etext of Peacock Pie, by Walter de la Mare