I
As if it had a legend it took wing,
That picture of a head, both young and old,
Whether a soldier, common man, or king
I did not know, but not the head a bold
Warrior might have had such as to bring
To mind a helmet made of hammered gold,
A thoughtful head contrasted with the gleam,
And therefore I began the following dream.
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