Oh, red for all the world, across our brows,

Our murderous thoughts have burned the brand of Cain.

See, through the window stares the pitiless day!

The Knight of the Wood

"I fear the Knight of the Wood," she said

"For him may no man overthrow.

Where boughs are matted thick o'erhead,

There gleams, amid the shadows dread,

The terror of his armour red;

And all men fear him, high and low;