I'll ne'er put one foot in France
… Ladies, I've observed the eternal night
Dressing up these shadows bathed in starlight
But with every footstep taking its rightful place
Monitoring, you at a snail's pace.
Something, I couldn't begin to equate…
Kept me dragging my heels earthly weight
As you glided along with moonlight interlace
I couldn't chart the stars you'd, far too much grace.
As I am neither a chivalrous knight
Nor my Lady of this intrepid ghostly night
Am I a saint, as I am just a Paige of the lance?
I'll ne'er put one foot in France
… But prays me, I'll find my own, sunny romance.
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I've watched eternal night
Dress shadows with starlight
Every footstep taking place
I've followed at a snail's-pace.
Something, I couldn't equate.
Dragging, my earthly, weight!
As you; glided along, chaise.
I couldn't follow… foul of grace?
I'm neither a chivalrous knight
My lady of the intrepid light…
I'm just a Paige of the lance!
"I'll ne'er put a foot in France
Or find my own romance".
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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