I thought to do a deed of chivalry, <br />An act of worth, which haply in her sight <br />Who was my mistress should recorded be <br />And of the nations. And, when thus the fight <br />Faltered and men once bold with faces white <br />Turned this and that way in excuse to flee, <br />I only stood, and by the foeman's might <br />Was overborne and mangled cruelly. <br /> <br />Then crawled I to her feet, in whose dear cause <br />I made this venture, and ``Behold,'' I said, <br />``How I am wounded for thee in these wars.'' <br />But she, ``Poor cripple, wouldst thou I should wed <br />A limbless trunk?'' and laughing turned from me. <br />Yet was she fair, and her name ``Liberty.''<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-name-liberty/
