Stay thee, man arrayed in armor fair;
By thy honor, ‘fore thou go
This, my precious standard, bear:
This, my passion and my woe.
Pray thee, lover, soldier, friend;
By our bond ‘neath the Divine
Take my hand, and to it bend
To kiss; e’en so, my mouth is thine.
Say thee nay to pitying eyes,
Stay your strength, that I may do!
Let parting glance be sun-streaked skies,
Laughter old, and travels new!
For If my standard you do take,
It must needs soar atop your lance
With every confidence I spake
That naught to come is left to chance.
for my One Knight, in truth
Inspired by the painting Godspeed by Edmund Blair Leighton
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