Phantasmagoria, and other poems, by Lewis Carroll

Ye Carpette Knyghte

I have a horse — a ryghte good horse —

Ne doe Y envye those

Who scoure ye playne yn headye course

Tyll soddayne on theyre nose

They lyghte wyth unexpected force

Yt ys — a horse of clothes.

I have a saddel — “Say’st thou soe?

Wyth styrruppes, Knyghte, to boote?”

I sayde not that — I answere “Noe” —

Yt lacketh such, I woote:

Yt ys a mutton-saddel, loe!

Parte of ye fleecye brute.

I have a bytte — a ryghte good bytte —

As shall bee seene yn tyme.

Ye jawe of horse yt wyll not fytte;

Yts use ys more sublyme.

Fayre Syr, how deemest thou of yt?

Yt ys — thys bytte of rhyme.

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