THERE were three ravens sat on a tree, They were as black as they might be. The one of them said to his make, 'Where shall we our breakfasttake?' 'Down in yonder greene field There lies a knight slain under his shield; 'His hounds they lie down at his feet, So well they can their master keep; 'His hawks they flie so eagerly, There 's no fowl dare come him nigh.' Down there comes a fallow doe As great with young as she might goe. She lift up his bloudy head And kist his wounds that were so red. She gat him up upon her back And carried him to earthen lake. She buried him before the prime, She was dead herself ere evensong time. God send every gentleman Such hounds, such hawks, and such a leman. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN EPITAPH UPON HUSBAND AND WIFE WHO DIED AND WERE BURIED by RICHARD CRASHAW THE WAYS OF TIME by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES AN ENGLISH MOTHER by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON ON MY FIRST DAUGHTER by BEN JONSON SONNET: 8. WHEN THE ASSAULT WAS INTENDED TO THE CITY by JOHN MILTON COMPANION OF QUIET by JOSEPH AUSLANDER |