THE KNIGHT WITH THE AZURE PLUME.
I
Where is the knight with the azure plume,
With his eye of light, and his cheek of bloom;
Whose arm seem'd made for the martial lance,
Yet whose foot was fam'd for the joyous dance?
A maiden sighs for that gay young knight:
Say, how he far'd in the distant fight.
II
Brave was the knight with the azure plume,
Though he lov'd the jess'mine bower's perfume,
Though he shunn'd the hunter's wild pursuit,
To list to the lay of a lady's lute;
Though the sports of peace were his heart's delight,
Laurels he won in the distant fight.
III
Where is the knight with the azure plume?
A maiden weeps o'er his trophied tomb.
That tomb she has raised with mournful care,
But the form of her lover is not there!
Cold on the plain lies the noble Knight,
In the arms he wore in the distant fight.
