@3And yet I have seen thee happy with me. I am no fool To poll stupidly into iron. I have heard your quick breaths And seen your arms writhe toward me; At those times -- God help us -- I was impelled to be a grand knight, And swagger and snap my fingers, And explain my mind finely. Oh, lost sweetheart, I would that I had not been a grand knight. I said: "Sweetheart." Thou saidst: "Sweetheart." And we preserved an admirable mimicry Without heeding the drip of the blood From my heart.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SOLDIER'S DREAM by THOMAS CAMPBELL LIBERTY FOR ALL by WILLIAM LLOYD GARRISON ARCADIA: THE BARGAIN by PHILIP SIDNEY MARY MAGDALEN by BARTOLOME LEONARDO DE ARGENSOLA AN EPITAPH ON A DUTCH CAPTAIN by PHILIP AYRES |