Ii

I am the knight from the old tale Who proudly to the far world rode To see the lass who’s like a rose And to discover her abode.

Who would behold her--said her fame-- Would by a ban at once be struck; His heart would be rent from his breast, Or he would change to be a rock.

Thought I to myself, possibly For clemency there might be room. I ventured out and for my sin-- Became a bard by rigid doom.