Classic Poem

I have already seen her head so bowed
With inner loneliness, and the sun
Disgilded so of its high light, one would have said
So looked, so must have looked, that queen,
Berengaria, when, in a town of Maine, she heard
That Richard had gone forth again
With all his followers, toward the Saracens,
So noble her chagrin, so sunk her head.