Classic Poem

Old night ascended had her starry wain,
And with her russet veil the landscape clad;
When tow'rds Belgardo's castle thwart the plain,
A stranger knight advanc'd of semblaunce sad,
And mournful arms of sable hue he had;
Strong seem'd his arm to stem the battle's rage,
Upright his portaunce was of nought ydrad,
His steed did seem of stately carriage,
And by his master's side there ran his tiny page.