Author Richard Henry Dana Lee feigned him grieved, and bowed him low. 'T would joy his heart, could he but aid So good a lady in her woe, He meekly, smoothly said.With wealth and servants she is soon aboard,And that white steed she rode beside her lord. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments