There was a knightly damoiseau,
And Godfrey de la Tour he hight,
Who forth to range the wood did go,
Most brightly clad and bravely dight;
His surcoat silken, broad and white,
Embroidered was like hawthorn tree,
That blossometh in the yellow light
Pleasing the errant fly and bee.
And forth along the waters’ marge,
With rushes set and fleurs-de-lys,
He rode with spear and leathern targe;
And well and manfully rode he
By flowering bush and budding tree,
Till the blue heaven ’gan to gloam,
Then turned him back and hied him home.
1914.