Alas, my love, if I make you live And the page step forth and sit beside me Or better still, the steed I gave you Wrapped within the cloak I lent to hide thee Perhaps I'd forth to ask thy name while thou liest underneath my pen That honour given the poorest claim Unjustly was withheld. But if I thee captive as I did ere now to pass my fingers through the last Of midnight tendrils, or peruse thy In of sending off what heaven cast Too early for my mind To grasp the fullest and retain The that your image left behind That in all thy glory should remain I fear my oversight I would not For now upon reflection I secretly I never did intend With title long or surname rich to But rather let in my Run wild the thoughts of who you were Before your soul demanded your And my mind and willing heart to stir For a noble and impassioned face well be but newborn unto this sphere But sure among a distant race Thou hast known more than all who dwelleth And could tell much of places thou hast And fought for honours won and lost And how service done a faerie Queen Becomes a jewel than it cost The of your world, you may impart Desire to be neither Nor in the art Of living, where lips were meant to taste A sort of feline they wear about them And while a flame of they hold In forests dark you to be without them For of maler kinds are ne'er so bold Yes, in thy orb a may be a knight (Thou knew'st a friend would make upon news) Without a whisper or censure slight For are not afeared their stock to lose Where no stock may be taken or be No be granted, nor no bride No may be stolen while she slept Nor of her freedom to decide What suits her best. No county's law is To cut the of violence from the stem No for the law to go unheeded For acts as these do not to them The gentlemen you are rarer still For in eyes, as in the depths of thine Such soft and thrilling mysteries The darkest corners of heart's design arrows, much like those I gave to thee Could not but graze the flank of cow Without him laugh. 'Tis much to see Them their prey. I know not how They ever do encapture they eat Save that their bright unfettered brains Have learned that grows underneath their feet And in the trees above sustains A life intent on living well But how, I ask thee, most endearing Do and ladies love where is no sorrow No strife to overcome, no soul Of ardor long worn out its stay, to a mortal less divine Than that who stole thy blushing breath No hot forbidden kisses for to No affixed to age where heart is young No ill intentioned to evade? "Still madam! Would'st thou hold thy tongue!" Thou sayest. "Your mistake has rash made In living long in combat with kind see'st no other obstacle but these Thy are careworn that have yet to find The hands that should hold them. Yet to please The hierarchy you serve unwitting Thou dost believe that in fighting grows happiness in love is not befitting But in thy thou mak'st light of woes For even there ne'er a cloudy day No to divide what love had bound The galley the moon holds in her sway Could not but the peace it finally found The wound is deeper than the sea about The stars my doublet you have drawn May my homeward path, but how, without me Wilt thou the fate thou tremblest on?" And in this way and my paper spoke O, fierce, savage, gentle bright Thou who given breath my soul has broke You had but not the right Could I but see the lips that not breathe They are so and pressing sweet Could I but the wings that underneath Are made so thy heart forgets to beat I should have more for which to strive You came to my domain and brought For though I be the heart alive The you speak of will not take me there you no pity? Can'st thou not perceive That I, a blinded beast, had but the To see where I would love? thou believe ere you came I was but vain disguise? I the murmur of music reveals The things no human heart could I render'st for all that torment feels And to be thy lordship's faithful friend Yea, as a mushroom did I wait I to thee my form to overtake I at each passing horse's gait And so I slept to awake Alas, my love, wilt thou kiss me The night will aid thee on thy travels I'll but one thing more, a crow to fly Before to me how thy tale unravels I say, art complete and free to go What holds thee here save one who no longer? For I have given thee the life you The I become, thou art the stronger And in your antique words clear intent Was that thou art gone I should dismay Quothe thee, "Your mistook me, for I meant To thee not but offerest to stay. For true, I never did in my own Partake of that pure love of I told thee But be my guide and me at the helm And I shall, in the cloak you wrought, enfold And journey to the ends of all the For hast proved more generous and wise all we faeries, moons and stars are worth For we not but living in your eyes." Dear knight, if thou would'st be mine own And leave thy dragons for a while may'st Find in these arms within which hast grown A better reason than the which say'st But with your you pointeth; swear I so And not plain to me, though I did draw it Which way dost intend for us to go in the mind it is of she who saw it Yet still perhaps I thee to discover What one would do if one asked to choose 'Tween back and forwards. Be thee friend or Perhaps you were to be my favorite feel'st thy armor; fight but when you must Thou see'st the blade of truth thy knee Use arrows all whom you mistrust But when ride'st my way, aim one at me Your world is as ere it was before Your beneath my busy hand well spent made a thing I love; I ask no more And never shall the heart I lent Me in my world and in thine Two petals on the same and flower And I'll welcome thee in mine Your dear was my finest hour