My knight, I looked upon thy noble face

I saw that it was lovely and forlorn

There on thy belt was hung a sword and mace,

The silken cloth upon thy breast is torn

They will forget thee in the flames, and in the fire

Within thine eyes there burns an awesome fright

Thy pain is mine, my love divine, thy hands are swathed in mire

I cry, my light, for thee tonight

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