A young knight comes into my mind As from some myth of old. He came! You felt yourself entwined As a great storm would round you wind. He went! A blessing undefined Seemed left, as when church-bells declined And left you wrapt in prayer. You fain would cry aloud—but bind Your scarf about you and tear-blind Weep softly in its fold. A young knight comes into my mind Full armored forth to fare. His smile was luminously kind Like glint of ivory enshrined, Like a home longing undivined, Like Christmas snows where dark ways wind, Like sea-pearls about turquoise twined, Like moonlight silver when combined With a loved book's rare gold.