Now what have I brought from those brave lists? Love, what have I brought to thee? A scanty fame and my great shame That thou wast there to see. I bring thee only a broken sword And a broken heart in me! More strong than I the war rushed by. Yet, Love, I fought for thee. Maids not so fair have better knights Goodly and brave to see. I would not have thee pitied of them If thou shouldst mate with me. So bid me hence, my own true love! There's such scant worth in me! For from the fray I fought this day I bring but wounds to thee! Then up and spoke my own true maid! Fairest of all was she! "Let each one go with the one she loves! Dear love -- I love but thee!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EXCELLENCY OF CHRIST by GILES FLETCHER THE YOUNGER LOOKING FORWARD by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON AVE MARIA GRATIA PLENA by OSCAR WILDE ON SENESIS' MUMMY by LEONIE ADAMS THE FUGITIVE by PRINGLE BARRET A FAVOURITE SCENE; RECALLED ON LOOKING AT BIRKET FOSTER'S LANDSCAPE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE WANDERER: 6. PALINGENSIS: EPILOGUE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |