Act II, Scene II:
Humbled at the behest of his Queen,
The Knight, knowing all to be seen,
Takes her hand & knells, as a King.
And utters a passage, a prayer to the skyes
'Protect & Shield my wings this night.
For on the wind, will I take flight.
I'll soar to the tower, this very hour, and
free the captive there.'
As gently she kisses his unseen eye,
Fore, in his heart, he may know why.
United they stand and as rising
light shone all around.
Touching each corner of space & sound.
Retreating to her quarters,
the Queen in Constant prayer,
senses of his coming, to bid a fond farewell.
At her chamber door he whispers,
'My pledge to thee is Honor.
My pledge to thee Fulfills.
I bid the Adieu, my dear Queen.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem