O princess cease your dreams awhile
And look adown your tower's gray side —
The princess gazes far away,
Nor hears nor heeds the words I cried.
Perchance my heart was overbold,
God made her dreams too pure to break,
She sees the angels in the air
Fly to and fro for Mary's sake.
Farewell, I mount and go my way,
— But oh her hair the sun sifts thro’ —
The tilts and tourneys wait my spear,
I am the Knight of the Plume of Blue.