<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354007" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Faithless Knight</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE lady she sate in her bower alone, <br>And she gaz'd from the lattice window high, <br>Where a white steed's hoofs were ringing on, <br>With a beating heart, and a smother'd sigh. <br>Why doth she gaze thro' the sunset rays-- <br>Why doth she watch that white steed's track-- <br>While a quivering smile on her red lip plays? <br>'Tis her own dear knight--will he not look back? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The steed flew fast--and the rider past-- <br>Nor paus'd he to gaze at the lady's bower; <br>The smile from her lip is gone at last-- <br>There are tears on her cheek--like the dew on a flower! <br>And 'plague on these foolish tears,' she said, <br>'Which have dimm'd the view of my young love's track; <br>For oh! I am sure, while I bent my head, <br>It was then--it was then that my knight look'd back.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On flew that steed with an arrow's speed; <br>He is gone--and the green boughs wave between: <br>And she sighs, as the sweet breeze sighs through a reed, <br>As she watches the spot where he last has been. <br>Oh! many a sun shall rise and set, <br>And many an hour may she watch in vain, <br>And many a tear shall that soft cheek wet, <br>Ere that steed and its rider return again!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Caroline+Elizabeth+Sarah+Norton">Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354007" data-title="The Faithless Knight de Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton" data-description="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..."></div> </div> </div>

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