14 ELEGY ON A LADY WHOM GRIEF FOR THE DEATH OF HER BETROTHED KILLED ASSEMBLE, all ye maidens, at the door, The days of her betrothal over, Leaves the parental hearth for evermore; To-night the bride goes forth to meet her lover. Reach down the wedding vesture, that has lain Yet all unvisited, the silken gown: Bring out the bracelets, and the golden chain Her dearer friends provided: sere and brown Bring out the festal crown, And set it on her forehead lightly: Though it be withered, twine no wreath again; This only is the crown she can wear rightly. Cloke her in ermine, for the night is cold, May lay her in her cedar litter, Decking her coverlet with sprigs of gold, Roses, and lilies white that best befit her. Sound flute and tabor, that the bridal be With lesser intervals, and plaintive moan And, all in choir, the virgin voices Rest not from singing in skilled harmony The song that aye the bridegroom's ear rejoices. Let the priests go before, arrayed in white, Each singing soft and low, And each on high a torch upstaying: Unto her lover lead her forth with light, With music, and with singing, and with praying. 'Twas at this sheltering hour he nightly came, As scarce she dared to be delighted, Listening to that sweet tale, that is no shame To faithful lovers, that their hearts have plighted. But now for many days the dewy grass Has shown no markings of his feet at morn : In vain has she looked out to greet him; Now to the river bank the priests are come : Let some prepare her place therein, and some And sing her a safe passage over; While she is oared across to her new home, And thou, O lover, that art on the watch, Thou, when the torchlight gleams, When thou shalt see the slow procession, And when thine ears the fitful music catch, Rejoice, for thou art near to thy possession. 15 RONDEAU His poisoned shafts, that fresh he dips He draws them one by one, and clips But if a maiden with her lips. Suck from the wound the blood that drips, And drink the poison from the wound, The simple remedy is found That of their deadly terror strips His poisoned shafts. 16 TRIOLET WHEN first we met we did not guess When first we met?-We did not guess 17 TRIOLET ALL women born are so perverse No man need boast their love possessing. If nought seem better, nothing's worse: All women born are so perverse. From Adam's wife, that proved a curse Though God had made her for a blessing, All women born are so perverse No man need boast their love possessing. BOOK II ΤΟ THE MEMORY OF G. M. H. I MUSE. WILL Love again awake, That lies asleep so long? РОЕТ. O hush! ye tongues that shake MUSE. It is a lady fair Whom once he deigned to praise, That at the door doth dare Her sad complaint to raise. POET. She must be fair of face, As bold of heart she seems, If she would match her grace With the delight of dreams. |