Blondel to Richard Coeur de Lion

by Eugene Lee-Hamilton

Eugene Lee-Hamilton

I ask the woods and waters where thou art;

And oft it seems as if the fir and beech

Tried, in their unintelligible speech,

To tell the secret they would fain impart.

Against what bars swells up thy lion's heart,

I ask of the deep Danube, and of each

Swift stream it gathers; but their answers reach

My dull brain not: and on they roll and dart.

The world forsakes thee, Richard, O my king;

But he who loves thee, he who strives to find

Where thou art dungeoned, he can only sing:

And so I mix my singing with the wind,

Which round each castle's bars is uttering

Its story to the wretch who sits behind.

Last updated January 14, 2019