A young knight comes into my mind, As in some old, old saying. He came. Thus comes the storm to bind You in its mantle, all entwined. He went. Thus you are left behind By church-bell's blessing--to yourself confined When you are praying-- You want to scream into the calm, but find You do but gently weep, your face, inclined, Into your cool scarf laying. A young knight comes into my mind. In arms I see him straying. His smile, it was so mild and kind: Like sheen of ivory enshrined, Or like a homesick longing blind, Like Christmas snow where dark ways wind, Like turquoise stone that sea-pearls bind, Like moonlight kind On some dear volume playing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BY THE RIVERS OF BABYLON WE SAT DOWN AND WEPT by GEORGE GORDON BYRON PHILIP, MY KING by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK EPIGRAM: A BURNT SHIP by JOHN DONNE DIBDIN'S GHOST by EUGENE FIELD TO LUCY, COUNTESS OF BEDFORD, WITH MR. DONNE'S SATIRES by BEN JONSON MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 11 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 82. HOARDED JOY by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |