Poems of Madison Cawein Vol. 3 — Knight-Errant

KNIGHT-ERRANT

Onward he gallops through enchanted gloom.

-- The phantoms of the forest, dark and dim, And shadows of vast death environ him-- Onward he spurs victorious over doom.

Before his eyes that love’s far fires illume-- Where courage sits, impregnable and grim-- The form and features of _her_ beauty swim, Beckoning him on with looks that fears consume.

The thought of her distress, her lips to kiss, Mails him in triple might; and so at last To Lust’s huge keep he comes; its giant wall, Wild-towering, frowning from the precipice: And through its gate, borne like a bugle-blast, O’er night and hell he thunders to his all.