Knight-Errant

Onward he gallops through enchanted gloom.
  The spectres of the forest, dark and dim,
  And shadows of vast death environ him--
  Onward he spurs victorious over doom.
  Before his eyes that love's far fires illume--
  Where courage sits, impregnable and grim--
  The form and features of _her_ beauty swim,
  Beckoning him on with looks that fears consume.
  The thought of her distress, her lips to kiss,
  Mails him with triple might; and so at last
  To Lust's huge keep he comes; its giant wall,
  Wild-towering, frowning from the precipice;
  And through its gate, borne like a bugle blast,
  O'er night and hell he thunders to his all.