Beneath the ocean spray Strange things lie hid away; And in the gloom Of many a tomb Lie stranger things than they. But in the world, I wis, Nought is more strange than this-- The love of Death for May. Nothing more strange above The skies where eagles rove; Nothing below the winter snow Or flowers that spring winds move; Nought in eternity Or time, unless it be The love of Death for Love. TURNBULL AND SPEARS, PRINTERS, EDINBURGH. TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES: Page headers show the title as DEATH, THE KNIGHT, AND THE LADY; however, commas are not used on the title pages in the book, and that convention has been retained in this eBook. Text in italics is surrounded with underscores: _Punch_. Inconsistencies in hyphenation have been retained from the original. Inconsistencies in spelling and punctuation have been standardized. Superscripted text immediately follows a carat character: y^e. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Death the Knight and the Lady, by Henry De Vere Stacpoole