A Parenthetical Romance
A maiden, fair as any flower,
Embroidering in her dainty bower,
Sat, looking forth from her grim tower.
(This is rot!)
Embroidering in her dainty bower,
Sat, looking forth from her grim tower.
(This is rot!)
The bold Sir Percy rode that way,
He rode upon his charger gray,
And none there were to say him nay.
(They dared not!)
He rode upon his charger gray,
And none there were to say him nay.
(They dared not!)
The bold Sir Percy spied the maid—
He saw that she was unafraid—
She laughed at him—he was dismayed.
(Idiot!)
He saw that she was unafraid—
She laughed at him—he was dismayed.
(Idiot!)
The bold Sir Percy wished to wed
The fair young maid, who only said,
"Go from my sight—thy hair is red!"
(He went not!)
The fair young maid, who only said,
"Go from my sight—thy hair is red!"
(He went not!)
He charged upon that castle grim—
He tore her servants limb from limb—
Her raillery appealed to him!
(Dam that blot!)
He tore her servants limb from limb—
Her raillery appealed to him!
(Dam that blot!)
