Wilfred Wilson Gibson (Уилфрид Уилсон Гибсон)
The Unknown Knight
When purple gloomed the wintry ridge Against the sunset's windy flame, From pine-browed hills, along the bridge, An unknown rider came. I watched him idly from the tower. Though he nor looked nor raised his head; I felt my life before him cower In dumb, foreboding dread. I saw him to the portal win Unchallenged, and no lackey stirred To take his bridle when within He strode without a word. Through all the house he passed unstayed, Until he reached my father's door; The hinge shrieked out like one afraid; Then silence fell once more. All night I hear the chafing ice Float, griding, down the swollen stream; I lie fast-held in terror's vice, Nor dare to think or dream. I only know the unknown knight Keeps vigil by my father's bed: Oh, who shall wake to see the light Flame all the east with red?
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