Why dost thou look so blue?”
He answer’d stern—“I’ve yet to learn
What that’s to do with you.”
“Wert thou,” I asked, “a baron bold,
Who sought a hermit’s lot,
Because thy love so false did prove?”
He answer’d, “I was not.”
“And hast thou fought in distant climes,
Seen mighty cities fall,
And wounded been a score of times?”