I KNOW a story of anguish, A tale of the times of old; A knight with love doth languish, His mistress is faithless and cold. As faithless must he esteem now Her whom in his heart he adored; His loving pangs must he deem now Disgraceful and abhorr'd. In vain in the lists would he wander, And challenge to battle each knight; "Let him who my mistress dares slander "Make ready at once for the fight!" But all are silent, save only His grief, that so fiercely doth burn; His lance he against his own lonely Accusing bosom must turn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE PIOUS MEMORY OF THE YOUNG LADY MRS. ANNE KILLIGREW by JOHN DRYDEN BLESS, DEAR SAVIOUR, THIS CHILD by THOMAS BECK A SEA-PRAYER by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE THE LITTLE FRIEND; WRITTEN IN THE BOOK WHICH SHE MADE & SENT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING CINQUAIN: CATERPILLAR by KENNETH CHING |