Love Rides Disguised

What name is his, thy knight's? Nay, ask it not. If fate should hear thee, child, what griefs might come. Love rides disguised. He fears a counterplot For his own plot of joy in heathendom. Restrained he goes; a single rose--red plume Is all his badge. No blazon hath he wrought, Device nor sign; his motto ``sum qui sum.'' Silent is he of Court and Camelot. --Be wise, sweetheart, nor tempt time to mischance. Love at his own hour shall his whole face show. Oh, if thou hast not seen him, thou shalt see! Undo shalt thou his helm with thy blest hands, Nurse his tired head upon thy pitying knee. Then shall he tell all, and thou all shalt know.