THERE a king once went in dancing Jagged diadem crowned. Jester went in winged cloak, prancing With his bells around, Dames with pages and long trains In the roses' shade, Knight-at-arms, whose gloomy chains On his steel limbs played. Ah, for thy proud bearing, knight, A long sword was meet! Soft, beneath thy visor, knight, Looks of love would greet! Ah, a great cock's comb, my knight, Made thy helmet gay! Ah, but tell me, my sweet knight, How thou cam'st this way? To my stories, my sweet knight, Thy attention lend.... See these roses, my sweet knight, Given by a friend. For she sent these roses, knight, My sweet friend to me. Ah, thou art a story, knight! What's a rose to thee? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EARTH'S IMMORTALITIES: LOVE by ROBERT BROWNING CATAWBA WINE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW HE WROTE THE HISTORY BOOK,' IT SAID by MARIANNE MOORE THE BIRTH SONG OF CHRIST by EDMUND HAMILTON SEARS LE MARAIS DU CYNGE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER LINES PLACED OVER A CHIMNEY-PIECE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |