the knight remembers the road forth

on the road to arcady

did not our foolish knights chide

the manly ones for inconstancy

with the maidens of the passing way

censure them for dolority of soul

bid them hold their honour to their shields

and standing there

drenched in light and dust

i felt the life force dancing in our midst

in carnival in parlay and in tryst

and i too kissed a frenchman's daughter

in montretienne two days before the slaughter