by James Watkin |
Categories:
love, marriage,
A priviledge, not a burden
The power of Love to wield.
In the name of the highest;
Crowned a king; alike throned.
As far beyond that wall afield
Each castle's; cloud-horizoned.
A great honour, the greatest
Entrusted them, vowed knightly
Raise not a gold-fingered hand
But tears for to wipe, ward off
In black who for Despondency
At such saving gestures scoff.