"My eyes cannot forget this sight:
Her hair hung loose and scattered light
From misted rain.
Her clothes were wet and clinging tight.
Her face and form gave me delight
But equal pain;
For she had spoken of her plight
And I must only be polite
And coolness feign
That she not see my heart ignite
With love that now will burn so bright
I may be slain.
This cruellest fate cannot be right;
Oh gods, I need to hold her tight
Or go insane!
Yet I will serve her, if I might,
As her devoted humble knight
And bear this chain
In hope that someday she'll invite
Her loyal friend some day or night
To love attain."