Classic Poem

Hot Rupert of the Sword, whose deeds of might
Prompted the lay of troubadours unnumbered —
He whom the Paynim in their panic flight
Cursed by their gods — with carking care uncumbered
Drank the sweet love-draught in divine delight,
And 'mid perpetual calm his spirit slumbered.
Thus did a gay young girl — a darling thing —
Subdue Sir Rupert of the blood-red ring.