Each desperate blockhead dares to write

In the shadow of yon vale,
stood a lady fair and pale.
Cloth, heel and ring a-glimmer,
hair, eye and tear did shimmer.
Offered she her fine hand,
thus to be spurned by cruel man.
No tender assurance to soothe her fears,
nor words of sweet love reach her ears.
Nay, none to be had, in this vale of tears.

Ah yes. My first attempts at poetry, and let me tell you, it ain't as easy as it sounds. Any idiot can write a couple of rhymes; it's hard to produce anything of quality. So. Feel free to comment. Your critique is especially welcome.