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Ερως άει λάληδρος έταιρος.
In many ways doth the full heart reveal
“One word with two meanings is the traitor's shield and shaft: and a slit tongue be his blazon !'-Caucasian Proverb.
THE Sun is not yet risen,
But the dawn lies red on the dew :
Your buskins and your quiver ;
To wed you on a day,
And you his lady gay.
O Lady! throw your book aside!
Thus spake Sir Hugh the vassal knight
To Alice, child of old Du Clos, As spotless fair, as airy light
As that moon-shiny doe,
She in the garden bower below
A snow-drop on a tuft of snow!
Ah ! earliest-opened flower;
The lattice of her bower-
As if in prideful scorn
To brave th' advancing morn.
0! Alice could read passing well,
And she was conning then Dan Ovid's mazy tale of loves,
And gods, and beasts, and men.
The vassal's speech, his taunting vein,
Yet never from the book
• Off, traitor friend! how dar’st thou fix
Thy wanton gaze on me?
Does Julian send by thee?
Go, tell thy Lord, that slow is sure:
Fair speed his shafts to-day! I follow here a stronger lure,
And chase a gentler prey."
She said : and with a baleful smile
The vassal knight reeled off-
Is traversed by a flash.
With dull and distant crash.
And Alice sate with troubled mien
And through her veins did shiver !
green, Her buskins and her quiver.
There stands the flow'ring may-thorn tree ! From through the veiling mist you see
The black and shadowy stem ;Smit by the sun the mist in glee Dissolves to lightsome jewelry
Each blossom hath its gem!
With tear-drop glittering to a smile,
Mimics the hunter's shout.
Hip! Florian, hip! To horse, to horse ! Go, bring the palfrey out.
“My Julian's out with all his clan,
And, bonny boy, you wis, Lord Julian is a hasty man,
Who comes late, comes amiss."
Now Florian was a stripling squire,
A gallant boy of Spain,
But blushed to hold her train.
The huntress is in her dress of
green, And forth they go : she with her bow,
Her buskins and her quiver !
He makes his javelin quiver.
And had not Ellen stay'd the race,
The whole great globe of light
They had o'erta’en the knight.
It chanced that up the covert lane,
Where Julian waiting stood,
The huntsmen in the wood.
And with him must Lord Julian go,
Betrothed not wedded to his bride,
Excuse to stay behind.
But pretext none could find or frame !
Yet Love wants courage without a name !
Straight from the forest's skirt the trees
O'er-branching, made an aisle,
As in a minster's pile.
From underneath its leafy screen,
And from the twilight shade, You pass
at once into a green, A green and lightsome glade.
And there Lord Julian sate on steed;
Behind him, in a round, Stood knight and squire, and menial train; Against the leash the greyhounds strain ;
The horses pawed the ground.
When up the alley green, Sir Hugh
Spurred in upon the sward,
Fall in behind his lord.
Lord Julian turned his steed half round.
“What! doth not Alice deign