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Emma Lazarus translation
Oft in galleries of art Thou hast seen a knight perchance, Eager for the wars to start, Well-equipped with shield and lance. Him the frolic loves have found, Robbed him of his sword and spear, And with chains of flowers have bound Their unwilling chevalier. Held by such sweet hindrances, Wreathed with bliss and pain, I stay, While my comrades in the press Wage the battle of the day.