A Song Of The Princess

By Sara Teasdale

The princess has her lovers,

A score of knights has she,

And each can sing a madrigal,

And praise her gracefully.

But Love that is so bitter

Hath put within her heart

A longing for the scornful knight

Who silent stands apart.

And tho' the others praise and plead,

She maketh no reply,

Yet for a single word from him,

I ween that she would die.