A youth in apparel that glittered <br />Went to walk in a grim forest. <br />There he met an assassin <br />Attired all in garb of old days; <br />He, scowling through the thickets, <br />And dagger poised quivering, <br />Rushed upon the youth. <br />'Sir,' said this latter, <br />'I am enchanted, believe me, <br />To die, thus, <br />In this medieval fashion, <br />According to the best legends; <br />Ah, what joy!' <br />Then took he the wound, smiling, <br />And died, content.<br /><br />Stephen Crane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/content-16/
