A Song Of The Princess

Sara Teasdale

The princess has her lovers,
 A score of knights has she,
And each can sing a madrigal,
 And praise her gracefully.

But Love that is so bitter
 Hath put within her heart
A longing for the scornful knight
 Who silent stands apart.

And tho’ the others praise and plead,
 She maketh no reply,
Yet for a single word from him,
 I ween that she would die.

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