Classic Poem

PROLOGUE .

There's a knight upon whose story
Oft in galleries you'll chance,
Grimly girt for battle-glory,
With his doughty shield and lance.

But the little loves that call him
Steal his lance and sword with glee:
With their flower-chains enthrall him
When he struggles to be free.

So in golden chains I dally,
Glad and grieving as I rhyme,
While my comrades rise and rally
To the battle-field of Time.