THE lady she sate in her bower alone, <br />And she gaz'd from the lattice window high, <br />Where a white steed's hoofs were ringing on, <br />With a beating heart, and a smother'd sigh. <br />Why doth she gaze thro' the sunset rays-- <br />Why doth she watch that white steed's track-- <br />While a quivering smile on her red lip plays? <br />'Tis her own dear knight--will he not look back? <br /> <br />The steed flew fast--and the rider past-- <br />Nor paus'd he to gaze at the lady's bower; <br />The smile from her lip is gone at last-- <br />There are tears on her cheek--like the dew on a flower! <br />And 'plague on these foolish tears,' she said, <br />'Which have dimm'd the view of my young love's track; <br />For oh! I am sure, while I bent my head, <br />It was then--it was then that my knight look'd back.' <br /> <br />On flew that steed with an arrow's speed; <br />He is gone--and the green boughs wave between: <br />And she sighs, as the sweet breeze sighs through a reed, <br />As she watches the spot where he last has been. <br />Oh! many a sun shall rise and set, <br />And many an hour may she watch in vain, <br />And many a tear shall that soft cheek wet, <br />Ere that steed and its rider return again!<br /><br />Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-faithless-knight/
