He came in silvern armour, trimmed with black -- A lover come from legends long ago -- With silver spurs and silken plumes a-blow, And flashing sword caught fast and buckled back In a carven sheath of Tamarack. He came with footsteps beautifully slow, And spoke in voice meticulously low. He came and Romance followed in his track . . . I did not ask his name -- I thought him Love; I did not care to see his hidden face. All life seemed born in my intaken breath; All thought seemed flown like some forgotten dove. He bent to kiss and raised his visor's lace . . . All eager-lipped I kissed the mouth of Death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LIGHTS OF NEW YORK by SARA TEASDALE SONNET: 24. THE STREET by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM by HENRY KIRKE WHITE A LAY OF ST. GENGULPHUS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM STANZAS ON THE DEATH OF SIR SAMUEL ROMILLY by BERNARD BARTON |