A YOUTH in apparel that glittered Went to walk in a grim forest. There he met an assassin Attired all in garb of old days; He, scowling through the thickets, And dagger poised quivering, Rushed upon the youth. "Sir," said this latter, "I am enchanted, believe me. To die thus, In this mediaeval fashion, According to the best legends; Ah, what joy!" Then took he the wound, smiling, And died, content. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHY I AM A LIBERAL by ROBERT BROWNING THE EMULATION by SARAH FYGE EGERTON ECHOES: 6 by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY THE SINGER IN THE PRISON by WALT WHITMAN ON SEEING BLENHEIM CASTLE by LUCY AIKEN |