A
youth in apparel that glittered
Went
to walk in a grim forest.
There
he met an assassin
Attired
all in garb of old days;
He,
scowling through the thickets,
And
dagger poised quivering,
Rushed
upon the youth.
"Sir,"
said this latter,
"I
am enchanted, believe me,
To
die, thus,
In
this medieval fashion,
According
to the best legends;
Ah,
what joy!"
Then
took he the wound, smiling,
And
died, content.