Once there came a vision glorious,
Mystic, dreadful, wondrous fair.
Burned itself into his spirit;
And abode forever there…
Never more- from that sweet moment,
Gazed he on woman- kind.
He was dumb to love and wooing;
And to all their graces blind.
Full of love for that sweet vision.
Brave and pure he took the field-
With his blood he stained the letters,
L. O. V. E. upon his shield…
Sounding on the foe he fell;
And like thunder rang his war-cry,
O’er the cowering infidel.
Then within his distant castle-
Home returned, he dreamed,
Silent, sad, and when death took him,
“He was wind, the legend says.” !! …