(To One Lost to a Far Off Time)
Noble eyes, cherry lips, where are you gone;
Have you gone over the mountains to slay a dragon?
Are you setting off on your charger to save a maid from a giant?
Where are you then if not searching for the holy grail?
—Sitting in the castle tower with your master,
Learning the old ways of knighthood and errantry?
Or are you sitting, like Don Quixote, in a chair
And dreaming of grand chivalry and nobility out of books?
Because, alas for you—
The age of valor has gone forever.
A duel with a cricket bat is far more applauded now.
What do good deeds, pure hearts and quests matter anymore?
Does anyone even care?
When fairies are gone, and wizards are rare—
A knight for a quest, could anyone spare?