@3And yet I have seen thee happy with me. I am no fool To poll stupidly into iron. I have heard your quick breaths And seen your arms writhe toward me; At those times -- God help us -- I was impelled to be a grand knight, And swagger and snap my fingers, And explain my mind finely. Oh, lost sweetheart, I would that I had not been a grand knight. I said: "Sweetheart." Thou saidst: "Sweetheart." And we preserved an admirable mimicry Without heeding the drip of the blood From my heart.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APPELLATE JURISDICTION by MARIANNE MOORE THE DONKEY by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON PEEWEE by ALFRED FRANCIS KREYMBORG THE END OF THE DAY by DUNCAN CAMPBELL SCOTT PRESCIENCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH VIA LUCIS by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN |