What the Soldier Said Oh, see the knight in armour, Who keeps his visor down And charges with a moon-beam spear On hard hearts of the town; Who makes the shabby fountain-square A flowering, glimmering park, Who pierces with a sharp-sweet dream The crabbed minds and dark; Who conquers those who see him not, Their brooding heads bent down; The knight whose scarcely-heeded strokes Have cleansed and cleared the town!