Classic Poem

Then bowing low the stranger knight reply'd,
Most noble host, thy will be quickly done;
My name is Claribell, myself I pride,
Ne high emprize, ne danger dread to shun;
But spread my fame from tone to tother sun,
Where the broad Shannon pours his echoing wave,
There Bravadore, my father, held his wonne,
Whilome in deeds of war a champion brave,
Now freed from toil and care he sleeps in silent grave.