TO FELICITY ON HER BERTHDAY

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    Oh maiden fair with golden hair
    And brow of purest white,
    Id fight for you I'd die for you
    Let me be your faithful knite.

    This is your berthday blessed day
    You are thirteen years old today
    May you be happy and fair as you are now
    Until your hair is gray.

    I gaze into your shining eyes,
    They are so blue and bright.
    Id fight for you Id die for you
    Let me be your faithful knite.

A FRIEND.

(DAN: "Great snakes, who got that up? I'll bet it was Peter." FELICITY, WITH DIGNITY: "Well, it's more than YOU could do. YOU couldn't write poetry to save your life." PETER, ASIDE TO BEVERLEY: "She seems quite pleased. I'm glad I wrote it, but it was awful hard work.")