| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 1117. Don Quixote |
| | | By Craven Langstroth Betts |
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| GAUNT, rueful knight, on raw-boned, shambling hack, | |
| Thy battered morion, shield and rusty spear, | |
| Jog ever down the road in strange career, | |
| Both tears and laughter following on thy track, | |
| Stout Sancho hard behind, whose leathern back | 5 |
| Is curved in clownish sufferance, mutual cheer | |
| The quest beguiling as devoid of fear, | |
| Thou spurrest to rid the world of rogues, alack! | |
| Despite fantastic creed and addled pate, | |
| Of awkward arms and weight of creaking steel, | 10 |
| Nobility is thine—the high estate | |
| That arms knights errant for all human weal; | |
| How rare, La Mancha, grow such souls of late,— | |
| Dear, foiled enthusiast, teach our hearts to feel! | |
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