The Quest


In years long past we met a while and vowed
Light vows we scarcely knew of—she and I­
Made compact sweetly, that if Life allowed,
I, as true knight should bear her by and bye,
To some strong castle fairy guarded—there
To be my Queen—and there live out the years'
Allotted in all love: but now I hear
The burden of a thousand hopes and fears
Spring from those words—I knight am old and worn;
'Tis long time since I saw my Lady's face,
And she perchance is dead, and I am sworn
To seek her out in whatsoever place
They laid her. Have thou pity on my woe,
And tell me if she be alive or no.