The princess has her lovers, A score of knights has she, And each can sing a madrigal, And praise her gracefully. But Love that is so bitter Hath put within her heart A longing for the scornful knight Who silent stands apart. And tho' the others praise and plead, She maketh no reply, Yet for a single word from him, I ween that she would die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAR DEAD by PATRICK JOHN MCALISTER ANDERSON THE OLD SCOTTISH CAVALIER by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN PIONEERS OF DETROIT by LEVI BISHOP BABEL: THE GATE OF GOD by GORDON BOTTOMLEY THE HILLS OF HOME by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |