Alas, my love, if I could make you livenAnd from the page step forth and sit beside menOr better still, bestride the steed I gave younWrapped close within the cloak I lent to hide theenPerhaps I'd venture forth to ask thy namenSince while thou liest underneath my pennThat honour given which the poorest claimnUnjustly was withheld. But if againnI held thee captive as I did ere now nStalling to pass my fingers through the lastnOf midnight tendrils, or peruse thy brownIn fear of sending off what heaven castnToo early for my insufficient mindnTo grasp the fullest detail and retainnThe presence that your image left behindnThat thou in all thy glory should remainnI fear my oversight I would not mendnFor now upon reflection I confessnThat secretly I never did intendnWith title long or surname rich to blessnBut rather let in my imaginationnRun wild the thoughts of who perhaps you werenBefore your soul demanded your creationnAnd deigned my mind and willing heart to stirnFor such a noble and impassioned facenCould well be but newborn unto this spherenBut sure among a distant beauteous racenThou hast known more than all who dwelleth herenAnd could tell much of places thou hast seennAnd battles fought for honours won and lostnAnd how each service done a faerie QueennBecomes a brighter jewel than it costnThe ladies of your world, you may impartnDesire to be neither over-gracednNor underrepresented in the artnOf living, where their lips were meant to tastenA sort of feline stealth they wear about themnAnd while a flame of innocence they holdnIn forests dark you fear to be without themnFor knights of maler kinds are ne'er so boldnYes, in thy orb a maid may be a knightn(Thou knew'st a friend would make upon this news)nWithout a whisper loud or censure slightnFor lords are not afeared their stock to losenWhere no stock may be taken or be keptnNo property be granted, nor no bridenNo maiden may be stolen while she sleptnNor robbed of her freedom to decidenWhat suits her best. No county's law is needednTo cut the weed of violence from the stemnNo danger for the law to go unheedednFor acts as these do not occur to themnThe gentlemen you raise are rarer stillnFor in their eyes, as in the depths of thine,nSuch soft and thrilling mysteries fulfillnThe darkest corners of their heart's designnTheir arrows, much like those I gave to theenCould not but graze the flank of yonder cownWithout making him laugh. 'Tis much to seenThem tickling their prey. I know not hownThey ever do encapture what they eatnSave that perhaps their bright unfettered brainsnHave learned that what grows underneath their feetnAnd in the trees above better sustainsnA life intent on living well tomorrow.nBut how, I ask thee, most endearing fiendnDo lords and ladies love where is no sorrownNo strife to overcome, no soul uncleanednOf crushing ardor long worn out its stay,nBetrothal to a mortal less divinenThan that who stole thy blushing breath away,nNo hot forbidden kisses for to pine,nNo heart affixed to age where heart is young,nNo ill intentioned suitors to evade?nStill madam! Would'st thou kindly hold thy tonguenThou sayest. Your mistake has rash been madenIn living long in combat with your kindnThou see'st no other obstacle but thesenThy hands are careworn that have yet to findnThe hands that first should hold them. Yet to pleasenThe hierarchy which you serve unwittingnThou dost believe that love in fighting growsnThat happiness in love is not befittingnBut in thy sadness thou mak'st light of woesnFor even were there ne'er a cloudy daynNo tempest to divide what love had boundnThe galley which the moon holds in her swaynCould not but stir the peace it finally foundnThe wound is deeper than the sea about theenThe stars upon my doublet you have drawnnMay light my homeward path, but how, without menWilt thou escape the fate thou tremblest on?nAnd in this way and more my paper spokenO, fierce, savage, gentle beauty brightnThou who I've given breath my soul has brokenYou had authority but not the rightnCould I but see the lips that dare not breathenThey are so beautiful and pressing sweetnCould I but touch the wings that underneathnAre made so soft thy heart forgets to beatnPerhaps I should have more for which to strivenYou came to my domain and brought despairnFor though I be the chastest heart alivenThe realm you speak of will not take me therenHave you no pity? Can'st thou not perceivenThat I, a blinded beast, had but the eyesnTo see where I would love? Dost thou believenThat ere you came I was but vain disguise?nI know the murmur of music revealsnThe things no human heart could comprehendnI render'st thou for all that torment feelsnAnd longed to be thy lordship's faithful friendnYea, quiet as a mushroom did I waitnI willed to thee my form to overtakenI shivered at each passing horse's gaitnAnd so I slept to suddenly awakenAlas, my love, wilt thou kiss me goodbyenThe lingering night will aid thee on thy travelsnI'll craft but one thing more, a crow to flynBefore to tell me how thy tale unravelsnI say, thou art complete and free to gonWhat holds thee here save one who lives no longernFor I have given thee the life you knownThe weaker I become thou art the strongernAnd in your antique words your clear intentnWas that once thou art gone I should dismay.nQuothe thee, Your thought mistook me for I meantnTo leave thee not but offerest to staynFor true I never did in my own realmnPartake of that pure love of which I told theenBut be my guide and with me at the helmnAnd I shall in the cloak you wrought enfold theenAnd journey to the ends of all the earthnFor thou hast proved more generous and wisenThan all we faeries, moons and stars are worthnFor live we not but living in your eyes.nDear nameless knight, if thou would'st be mine ownnAnd leave thy dragons for a while thou may'stnFind in these arms within which thou hast grownnA better reason than the which thou say'stnBut with your hand you pointeth; swear I sonAnd 'tis not plain to me, though I did draw itnWhich way thou dost intend for us to gonSure in the mind it is of she who saw itnYet still perhaps I made thee to discovernWhat one would do if one were asked to choosen'Tween back and forwards. Be thee friend or lovernPerhaps you were to be my favorite musenThou feel'st thy armor; fight but when you mustnThou see'st the blade of truth below thy kneenUse arrows against all whom you mistrustnBut when thou ride'st my way aim one at menYour world is yours as ere it was beforenYour time beneath my busy hand well spentnI've made a thing I love; I ask no morenAnd never shall redeem the heart I lentnMe in my world and thyself in thinenTwo petals on the same and silent flowernAnd evermore I'll welcome thee in minenYour dear creation was my finest hour