Love
Knight Roland
From The Defence of Guenevere and Other Poems
Love
Why does she kiss me, Father John?
She is my true love truly won!
Under my helm is room for one,
But the molten lead-streams trickle and run
From my roof-tree, burning under the sun;
No corn to burn, we had eaten the corn,
There was no waste of the golden corn.
Cite this poem
MLA
Morris, William. “Knight Roland.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/morris/142/.
Chicago
Morris, William. “Knight Roland.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/morris/142/.
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