They lighted a great torch then, Sir John the knight of the Fen, I am threescore and ten, And my hair is all turned grey, But I met Sir John of the Fen Long ago on a summer day, And am glad to think of the moment when I took his life away. I am threescore and ten, And my strength is mostly passed, But long ago I and my men, When the sky was overcast, And the smoke rolled over the reeds of the fen, Slew Guy of the Dolorous Blast. And now, knights all of you, I pray you pray for Sir Hugh, 692. OLD LOVE You must be very old, Sir Giles, He gazed at the great fire awhile: And you are getting old, Sir John; That was most sad) we both wear on; That know the ways of my old sword. (My lady at that word no pang W. MORRIS. Stopped all my blood.) But tell me, John, So thick about the east, that on The eastern sea no Venice flag Can fly unpaid for? True, I said, That Constantine must fall this year. All things go soon or late; I said. I saw his duchess sit by him; As though some dust were thrown on it. Her eyes are shallower, as though Some grey glass were behind; her brow And cheeks the straining bones show through, Are not so good for kissing now. Her lips are drier now she is A great duke's wife these many years, As once they did, being moist with tears. With broidery of the apples green Her tender walking; when she walks And she is fair still. As the stalks Of faded summer-lilies are, So is she grown now unto me I warrant once she used to cling About his neck and kissed him so, And then his coming step would ring Joy-bells for her; some time ago. Ah! sometimes like an idle dream That hinders true life overmuch, Sometimes like a lost heaven, these seem This love is not so hard to smutch. W. MORRIS. 693. BEAUTY BATHING BEAUTY sat bathing by a spring, Into a slumber then I fell, And fond imagination Seemed to see, but could not tell, Her feature or her fashion : But even as babes in dreams do smile, So I awaked as wise that while 694. THE LAND O' THE LEAL I'm wearin' awa', John, To the land o' the leal! The day is aye fair In the land o' the leal. Our bonnie bairn's there, John, To the land o' the leal! And joy's a-comin' fast, John ! In the land o' the leal. A. MUNDAY. Sae dear that joy was bought, Sae free the battle fought, John, To the land o' the leal. To the land o' the leal. Oh, haud ye leal and true, John! And I'll welcome you To the land o' the leal. In the land o' the leal! CAROLINA, LADY NAIRNE. 696. I NEVER LOVED AMBITIOUSLY TO CLIMB I NEVER loved ambitiously to climb, Or thrust my hand too far into the fire. To be in heaven sure is a blessed thing; But, Atlas-like, to prop heaven on one's back High trees that keep the weather from low houses, I love to dwell betwixt the hills and dales, Nor yet so poor the world should pity me. T. NASH. 697. SPRING SPRING, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king; The palm and may make country houses gay, The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet, T. NASH (Summer's Last Will and Testament). 698. LEAD, KINDLY LIGHT LEAD, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, The night is dark, and I am far from home, Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see I loved to choose and see my path, but now I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till And with the morn those angel faces smile, J. H. NEWMAN. 699. FLOWERS WITHOUT FRUIT PRUNE thou thy words, the thoughts control They will condense within thy soul, And change to purpose strong. But he who lets his feelings run In soft luxurious flow, Shrinks when hard service must be done, And faints at every woe. |