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Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton - The Faithless Knight
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THE lady she sate in her bower alone, 
And she gaz`d from the lattice window high, 
Where a white steed`s hoofs were ringing on, 
With a beating heart, and a smother`d sigh. 
Why doth she gaze thro` the sunset rays-- 
Why doth she watch that white steed`s track-- 
While a quivering smile on her red lip plays? 
`Tis her own dear knight--will he not look back? 

The steed flew fast--and the rider past-- 
Nor paus`d he to gaze at the lady`s bower; 
The smile from her lip is gone at last-- 
There are tears on her cheek--like the dew on a flower! 
And "plague on these foolish tears," she said, 
"Which have dimm`d the view of my young love`s track; 
For oh! I am sure, while I bent my head, 
It was then--it was then that my knight look`d back." 

On flew that steed with an arrow`s speed; 
He is gone--and the green boughs wave between: 
And she sighs, as the sweet breeze sighs through a reed, 
As she watches the spot where he last has been. 
Oh! many a sun shall rise and set, 
And many an hour may she watch in vain, 
And many a tear shall that soft cheek wet, 
Ere that steed and its rider return again!
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