He rises from his knee, to stand
Queen Alice lifts her patron hand
Upon her finger rests a band
Of garnets set in gold.
His grateful lips receive her gift
Her golden charge is taken swift
His want is given shortest shrift
For she knows her knight is bold.
Queen Alice must remain in power
Resplendent in the tallest tower
He will not pluck her fairest flower
She gives, and he beholds.
Swan Meat 
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