I FOUND him openly wearing her token; I knew that her troth could never be broken; I laid my hand on the hilt of my sword, -- He did the same, and he spoke no word; I faced him with his villainy; He laughed, and said, "She gave it me." We searched for seconds, they soon were found; They measured our swords; they measured the ground; They held to the deadly work too fast; They thought to gain our place at last. We fought in the sheen of a wintry wood; The fair white snow was red with his blood; But his was the victory, for, as he died, He swore by the rood that he had not lied. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INEVITABLY (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO RICHARD R. WRIGHT - INSTRUCTOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON APPLES OF HESPERIDES by AMY LOWELL CHRISTMAS AT INDIAN POINT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: JANE FISHER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS PEOPLE'S SURROUNDINGS by MARIANNE MOORE |