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PART III
A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
He rode between the barley sheaves,
The sun came thro' the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
PART III
A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
He rode between the barley sheaves,
The sun came thro' the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
Tennyson
