Fic: Ode to a Knight
Ode to a Knight
(with apologies to Lord Byron)
He walks in duty, like a knight
Of selfless service and lofty rise;
And all that's best of honor and light
Meet in his aspect and his eyes:
Thus mellowed to that nobler sight
Which king to pledged man applies.
One quest the more, one foe the less,
Had not impaired his nameless grace
Which waves in every auburn tress,
Or softly lightens o'er his face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
and tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
Such is Sir Leon, Knight of Camelot
(with apologies to Lord Byron)
He walks in duty, like a knight
Of selfless service and lofty rise;
And all that's best of honor and light
Meet in his aspect and his eyes:
Thus mellowed to that nobler sight
Which king to pledged man applies.
One quest the more, one foe the less,
Had not impaired his nameless grace
Which waves in every auburn tress,
Or softly lightens o'er his face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
and tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
Such is Sir Leon, Knight of Camelot