_The good Knight_, SIR LIONELL DE GANIS, _wounded unto death, addresses
his Lady_, EVALOTT, _in the Forest of Dean, whither he has been borne on
his shield_.
I
And shall it be, when white thorns flake
With blossoms all the Maytime brake,
The rustle of a flower or leaf
Will let thee know
That I am near thee, as thy grief,
As long ago?