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TO 
 
 MY DEAR WIFE 
 
 AS A TOKEN OF GRATITUDE 
 
 AND AFFECTION 
 
 THIS BOOK IS DEDICATED 
 
PREFACE 
 
 FEW pursuits are more interesting than that of 
 delving amongst the mouldering ruins of the 
 past, and examining with care and close scru- 
 tiny the disappearing data, fading evidence, half- 
 obliterated texts and awe-inspiring relics of ever re- 
 ceding ages, over which the ocean of oblivion is slow- 
 ly, gradually, silently advancing. It is the vocation 
 of some and the hobby of others. 
 
 To build up again after the work of rescue, from 
 fragments and faint indications, bygone eras of civil- 
 isation on which the haze of distance in time has de- 
 scended like a great enveloping curtain is for many 
 a life's work and a source of infinite enjoyment. 
 
 The archaeologist, the historian, the lexicographer, 
 each has his province. The narrator of legendary 
 tales follows in their wake as a gleaner in that wide 
 field that they have made their own; and it is but 
 natural that he should borrow for his purpose a lit- 
 tle here and a little there from the treasures they have 
 gathered together. 
 
 Their task is to collect, order, coordinate: his to 
 spin a web of fancy round some object in their treas- 
 
viii Preface 
 
 ure-houses and to throw upon it such a variegated 
 light as shall cause it to radiate forth in many-col- 
 oured scintillations. Their paths lead them amongst 
 a multitude of realities embedded in the circumjacent 
 obscurity, but which the lamp of research enables 
 them to lay bare and define: he in his wanderings 
 rambles along byways and mazy lanes, through dark 
 woodland glades into the mystery-laden air of cloister 
 or castle. There the spirits of the past still lurk and 
 it is their whisperings that he has to chronicle. 
 
 It is to the lexicographer that he is most indebted. 
 Whoever has turned the pages of that monument of 
 literary labour, The New English Dictionary must 
 have been struck by the frequent recurrence of the 
 tombstone-mark of obsolete expressions, and each vol- 
 ume must have appeared to him to be in a very large 
 measure a cemetery of words. 
 
 And yet how much lies in this common burial- 
 ground of our forefathers' expressions that might with 
 infinite advantage be recalled from the past to enrich 
 the literary portion of our language and to give pith 
 and point in some degree to that which we use in our 
 daily life. 
 
 There are apt expressions like "to bite the law by 
 the nose"; i. e., to offend the law; "to be a dog at a 
 catch," or to be skilful; "to bar one bye and main" 
 or to close all issues to one, and many others which 
 are full of raciness. There are words like "avow" and 
 
 s 
 
Preface 
 
 IX 
 
 "reclaim" both substantives, which are much to be 
 preferred to the modern words "avowal" and "rec- 
 lamation," because they are shorter, clearer, more 
 sonorous. And in returning to the idiom of the past 
 we should be drawing nearer to that of Shakespeare. 
 
 It is for these reasons and because old words and 
 archaic expressions are in their right place in a ballad 
 that free use has been made of them in the text — a 
 course which had already been followed by Tom Tay- 
 lor in his exquisite version of the ballads of Brittany 
 and by others. 
 
 It has not been possible to include in this edition 
 many literary notes prepared to illustrate the use by 
 great writers of the archaic expressions employed, 
 which wherever it was possible, has been verified in 
 The New English Dictionary. Twelve of the series or 
 collection have also been temporarily omitted. Owing 
 to the nature of the subject slight errors are likely to 
 occur; and for these, if, after repeated revision, there 
 are any, I must ask for the leniency of the reader or 
 critic. 
 
 F.H. 
 
CONTENTS 
 
 PAGE 
 
 The Song of Clemence Isaure i 
 
 The Daughter of the Death's-Man 
 
 fytte i 6 
 
 fytte n 7 
 
 fytte m 10 
 
 fytte iv ii 
 
 The Drowning of Ys 15 
 
 dahut's song 16 
 
 THE FISHER'S SONG l8 
 
 IN THE CASTLE 20 
 
 NEMESIS 23 
 
 The Broken Troth 
 
 the wooing 27 
 
 the minstrel's song 20 
 
 the cavalcade 30 
 
 the lover's lament 32 
 
 the lover seeks the witch of the wood .... 35 
 
 THE RIDE 38 
 
 The Dauphin and the Dead Man 
 
 the gravedigger's song 46 
 
 the prince and the gravedigger 48 
 
 the sailor's song so 
 
 the brigand's song 54 
 
 the priest's tale 55 
 
 the princess's lament 57 
 
 the princess and her lady-in-waiting .... 58 
 
 the dauphin's tale 59 
 
 XI 
 
sii Contents 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Calais 64 
 
 A Fool's Song 67 
 
 An Invitation to Dine with the Cardinal ... 70 
 
 The Clock of Strasbourg Minster 73 
 
 The Baron of Egisheim 
 
 fytte 1 76 
 
 FYTTE II 77 
 
 FYTTE HI 79 
 
 FYTTE TV 79 
 
 FYTTE V 8l 
 
 The Clock of BAle 83 
 
 The Beard of the King of Spain 87 
 
 The Death of Schenk (1589) 90 
 
 Stavoren 
 
 FYTTE I 96 
 
 FYTTE n 98 
 
 FYTTE m 99 
 
 The White Doe 
 
 THE PETITION 102 
 
 THE YOUNG COUNT'S LOVE SONG I04 
 
 THE YOUNG COUNT'S HUNTING SONG I05 
 
 THE OLD NURSE'S LAMENT 107 
 
 THE SHEPHERD'S SONG (i) 108 
 
 THE SHEPHERD'S SONG (n) I09 
 
 THE LAY OF THE WILD HUNTSMAN 110 
 
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 THE SONG OF CLEMENCE ISAURE 
 
 O bring me a rose, my lover true, 
 O, bring me a rose with the morning dew, 
 And climb to thy place on the terrace wall, 
 Where the woodbine nods to the cypress tall, 
 And the blooms of wistaria blend for the eye 
 The soft grey of the stone and dark blue of the 
 
 sky. 
 In this opetide of life to the bird's note lend ear, 
 For with carollings sweet in its airy sphere 
 The lark above 
 Doth whisper love. 
 
 O, come hither, come hither, my Gerard come, 
 For the shrubs are a-bloom and the bees they 
 
 hum, 
 And the dragon-fly roams with its orb like a gem 
 That might sparkle and shine in a diadem. 
 And the gentle sough of the wind in the trees 
 Like an echo now sounds from the far-off seas 
 When a wave doth recede from a boulder-sown 
 
 beach, 
 
 opetide, spring-time. 
 
2 The Song of Clemence Isaure 
 
 Or like streams as they course through some pebbly 
 reach. 
 
 My viol's strung, 
 My heart is young. 
 
 Thou shalt list while I sing of the precepts wise 
 
 Of our Court of Love met in grand assize. 
 
 I will trace thee the path that thou should'st 
 
 pursue, 
 If 'tis honour and knighthood thou hast in view. 
 I will pluck from thy heart all its rank wild weeds, 
 In whose stead I will sow but sweet virtue's seeds: 
 As of blossoms entwined of each quality, 
 Of gentleness, truth, and pure constancy 
 
 I weave a crown 
 
 For thy renown. 
 
 O Gerard, the May of our love is past 
 
 And its fiow'rs have been reft by a rough, rough 
 
 blast; 
 For imprisoned and chained here I crouch from the 
 
 ire 
 And unsparing rebukes of my stern-visaged sire. 
 As the roseate tints of the creeping dawn 
 By the darkest of clouds may be overdrawn, 
 So our love-begot hopes by a withering bale 
 Seem so blasted, alas, that I tremble and quail, 
 And black-browed care 
 My cell doth share. 
 
The Song of Clemence Isaure 3 
 
 Though my hand has been sought by a suitor of 
 
 wealth, 
 The great lord of broad acres and noble of birth, 
 Though his gift be a castle and courtly train — 
 Such a lure will be dangled before me in vain. 
 'Twas my father who gave me the light of day, 
 And what he bestowed he may take away. 
 But intact I will keep what is only mine. 
 Let in duress and woe my poor body forpine, 
 
 My soul will flee, 
 
 Dear friend, to thee. 
 
 As the cynosure guides the frail tempest-tossed bark, 
 So one lingering hope have I still in my cark. 
 To the court of King Philip, my Gerard repair, 
 In his need of brave men he will speak thee fair. 
 In the cause of his lilies one glorious deed 
 May obtain thee a knighthood and favour as meed. 
 On the day he requites thus the work of thy blade 
 Thou perchance will recall a lone desolate maid 
 
 Who reads the stars 
 
 Through prison bars. 
 
 Thou shalt pluck the wild rose from the thicket hard 
 
 by, 
 
 Though its freedom doth cost me a heart-drawn sigh, 
 For it wantons its scent on each tremulous gale 
 As they silently steal on their way through the vale — 
 Thou shalt seek out some spot where the marigolds 
 
 blow, 
 For 'tis they are the token and emblem of woe, 
 
 forpine, waste away. cark, anxiety. 
 
4 The Song of Clemence Isaure 
 
 And of violets coy a sweet bunch thou shalt cull, 
 For their perfume is wont my poor spirits to lull. 
 So may their charm 
 Guard thee from harm. 
 
 Whose steed did I hear at the castle door? 
 'Twas my father, my father returned from the war. 
 His stern brow had been swathed in a bandage white 
 And his ash-coloured cheek filled my heart with af- 
 fright. 
 His mailed destrier hung his head wearily low, 
 With void flanks that the trace of long marches did 
 
 show. 
 And o'erspent with fatigue and beclouded with rue 
 Were the looks of his travel-stained retinue. 
 But where was he 
 So dear to me? 
 
 From the lips of my father, alas, I have learnt 
 How the English each hamlet and cottage have burnt, 
 And how at Toulouse he did strive 'gainst the foe 
 On the glacis still dealing forth many a blow, 
 Till a steel-crested wave bore him down on the grass, 
 Where sore wounded he lay in a terrible pass, 
 When a youthful esquire at the cost of his life 
 Plunged to rescue him full in the midst of the strife. 
 
 He dared not name 
 
 That youth of fame. 
 
 There's a chapel that stands near a myrtle grove, 
 And 'tis thither by tortuous paths I oft rove. 
 
 destrier, medieval war-horse. 
 
The Song of Glemence Isaure 5 
 
 There the monks of the neighbouring monastery 
 Sing Requiem ei aeternam dona, Domine. 
 When the evening dusk fades away in the night 
 In a window I watch there doth burn a dim light. 
 And my heart too doth burn and doth flame in my 
 
 cheek, 
 For a voice and a hand all in vain do I seek. 
 
 When shall I sleep 
 
 Some six foot deep? 
 
 This night as I lay on the couch in my room 
 
 The soft rays of the moon chased away all my gloom, 
 
 And in Paradise bright in my dream did I stand 
 
 With three gold'n flowers in my lily-white hand, 
 
 Which as prizes I gave to Love's choristers three 
 
 And one of that trio was dearest to me. 
 
 All is faded, alas, but my fortune I give 
 
 That this scene of my vision on earth may still live. 
 
 Nigh is my end 
 
 And death my friend. 
 
The Daughter of the Death's-Man 
 
 THE DAUGHTER OF THE DEATH'S-MAN 
 
 Fytte I 
 
 IT was a may of seventeen led forth her geese to 
 feed— 
 'twas a pretty sight to see that may fare o'er 
 the mead. 
 And 'twas a youth most scholarly, a sophister was he, 
 Who book in hand had wandered forth that morn 
 
 so fresh o' blee. 
 'Good-morrow, maiden, prithee tell what hiss thy 
 
 silly flock 
 That, necks outstretched and heads bent low, each 
 
 passer-by they mock?' 
 'And were I scholared as thou art their thoughts then 
 
 mote I spell, 
 Had I, sir clerk, as needs I must a goose's wit as 
 
 well.' 
 'Now marry! bonny blouse I wis the crossrow's not 
 
 thy forte 
 Yet, though a simple lass thou art, though hast the 
 quick retort. 
 
 may, maid. blee, complexion. 
 
 mote, might. spell, relate. 
 
 wis, imagine, suppose. crossrow, alphabet. 
 
The Daughter of the Death's-Man 7 
 
 Come let us stroll a-down yon lane where canker- 
 blooms we'll pluck, 
 And tell the daisy's petals o'er for good or evil luck. 
 The canker-rose it with thy cheeks in colouring may 
 
 vie, 
 But ravished by the wanton wind shall fall too soon 
 
 and die. 
 A lock of hair shalt gi'e to me, a lock of the golden 
 
 hue, 
 And for that gift I'll gi'e to thee the diamonds of 
 
 the dew.' 
 'Grammercy, good sir, a pretty thought and ye would 
 
 ha' good cheap, 
 But for the gift ye'd ha' o' me my fortunes they 
 
 would dreep. 
 I may not gi'e a tress to you, a tress of the golden 
 
 hue, 
 
 For a spae-wife erst to me foretold that I that boon 
 
 should rue.' 
 
 * * * 
 
 Fytte II 
 
 The Provost's messenger hath come to the court of 
 
 guard where rest 
 The guardians of the peace alway to whom he brings 
 
 this hest: 
 Ho! captain of the guard, go forth with a serjeant and 
 
 pikemen three, 
 
 good cheap, a bargain. dreep, droop. 
 
 spae-wife, witch. boon, favour. 
 
 court of guard, the guard room or place where the guard 
 muster. 
 
8 The Daughter of the Death's-Man 
 
 And watch that each farer to Paris may go his lane 
 
 unhurt and free. 
 Whoso in duels sheddeth blood, the Cardinal oft 
 
 hath said, 
 Shall quit as his due to the commonweal the outrage 
 
 with his head. 
 Go forth then, captain, in his name, and seize and 
 
 bring in those 
 With their copesmates all, who brawlers are, and bite 
 
 the law by the nose. 
 And forth they went, the captain and his band, from 
 
 the South gate they went forth, 
 And, fetching a compass through layland and tilled, 
 
 their steps they bent to the North. 
 The whiles a-down a lane as ye wot all ere the day 
 
 was old 
 Where the pretty dog-roses blew a lad and a lass they 
 
 strolled : 
 Hand in hand they went till the geese they hissed 
 
 and on them bore amain 
 Two dashing young gallants, all frolickful, who sun- 
 dered them a-twain. 
 'What have we here?' the one he cried, 'a flock of 
 
 geese that lead, 
 With learning pacing in their wake all in a scholar's 
 
 weed; 
 
 farer, traveller. 
 
 quit, atone, make payment for. 
 
 copesmates, companions, associates. 
 
 bite by the nose, mock. 
 
 fetch a compass, go round in a circuit. 
 
 layland (or lealand), fallow land laid down to 
 
 grass, not permanent pasture. 
 weed, garb. 
 
The Daughter of the DeauYs-Man 9 
 
 And maugre his mien that's most sedate, you will ob- 
 serve I pray, 
 
 He rose up rathe from his bed this morn to greet this 
 comely may. 
 
 O ho! the may, for by my fay, she's one whom we 
 ken of old; 
 
 It is not the hearts of men she seeks but their heads 
 to ha' in hold.' 
 
 The scholar this ill could brook, and the while his 
 stand before the maid 
 
 He took, from its sheath right prestly forth his rapier 
 he outbrayed. 
 
 'So ho, my bawcock', the gallant cried, 'what wilt 
 thou with that tool? 
 
 Come cross it with mine a wee and I'll send thee hop- 
 halt back to school!' 
 
 With that to work with their blades they fell and 
 scantly did they heed 
 
 How championed by a band of five the law came 
 striding o'er the mead. 
 
 'In the king's name hold! Come be dogs at a catch, 
 my men, quick haro! they fly; 
 
 Sir scholar, this night in a lonesome tower 'twill be 
 thy lot to lie.' 
 
 maugre, despite. rathe, early. 
 
 fay, faith. hold, keeping, custody. 
 
 prestly, promptly, quickly. outbrayed, drew. 
 
 bawcock, fine fellow. hop-halt, limping. 
 
 dogs at a catch, skilful. haro !, hue and cry. 
 
io The Daughter of the Death's-Man 
 
 Fytte III 
 
 In Paris was erst a tower and its walls were high and 
 
 bare, 
 And ill betid the luckless wight who found a lodg- 
 ment there; 
 For in its court there stood a tree, a tree without a 
 
 root, 
 And maugre that it branchless was, it yielded red, 
 
 red fruit. 
 And when, unholpen and forlorn, at death's door a 
 
 poor prisoner lay- 
 To and fro on guard about that hold four warders 
 
 they paced alway. 
 All's well, all's well, all's well three called, but the 
 
 fourth he spake not so, 
 Within his earshot it happed there came a footfall 
 
 soft and low. 
 'How now, my may, what fare? Poor fare for one 
 
 I wis — sad cheer — 
 With golden locks like thine who e'er saw the Angel 
 
 of Death appear.' 
 'Naught boots I ween their golden sheen, for the 
 
 world at me doth rail, 
 And of those who to me say a word of grace their 
 
 tongue is of little 'vail.' 
 With that o'er the footbridge she prestly stepped with 
 
 the key that the door would ope, 
 
 erst, before, ere. betid, past tense of betide. 
 
 unholpen, helpless. hold, prison. 
 
 what fare?, what is the state of things? 
 sad cheer, a sad state of mind. 
 
The Daughter of the Deaths-Man 1 1 
 
 That door through which scant one had passed but 
 
 behind he had left all hope. 
 She clomb the stair to a deep dark cell where there 
 
 glimmered a dying ray. 
 Had there been more light one mote ha' seen how 
 
 her face was all ashen grey. 
 'Rise up, rise up and busk ye, sir! — my mantle ye 
 
 must don. 
 For a lock of my hair ye begged erstwhile and all 
 
 ye shall ha' anon.' 
 He doffed his coat, he donned her cloak; with her 
 
 kirtle he garbed him eke, 
 About his brow they bound her hair till it hung down 
 
 o'er his cheek. 
 'Give heed, give heed to what I say, all as is my wont 
 
 ye'll do; 
 And ye'll turn the key in your cell-door here, and 
 
 the key in the great door too. 
 Fair fall ye, gentle sir! — with a wife and your childer 
 
 I see ye sit 
 But back some day to this time and to me your 
 
 thoughts it may be will flit. 
 Mayhap ye'll think of the flowers we gathered all* 
 
 in this month of May, 
 And eke how for one poor canker-bloom ye nigh 
 
 threw your life away.' 
 
 * * * 
 
 Fytte IV 
 
 'Say, prithee, sir priest, what errand be thine here 
 at the Provost's gate, 
 
 busk, prepare oneself, get ready. 
 fair fall ye!, good luck attend you! 
 
12 The Daughter of the Death's-Man 
 
 When the alder-highest are e'en asleep and the hour 
 
 it groweth late?' 
 'Now lythe and listen, Gate-ward bold, to the Provost 
 
 I must win, 
 Foredoomed there lieth a luckless maid, foredoomed 
 
 for naught of sin.' 
 'It irks me much, sir priest, alas an she must meet 
 
 her fate; 
 It is a fearful thing alway to break into the sleep 
 
 of the great.' 
 And to the tower there came five men all through 
 
 the murk and gloom 
 As dreadful a band as eye e'er scanned, these har- 
 bingers of doom. 
 'Ho! warder, warder, in the name of the King and 
 
 his Provost give heed and obey: 
 Your prisoner yield to us that never again may he 
 
 see the day.' 
 And o'er the footbridge they have passed and through 
 
 the great oak door, 
 The Provost's officer and the death's-man's aids to the 
 
 number of four. 
 With a lanthorn dim they won the cell where a strange 
 
 sight then they saw — 
 A kneeling may who cowered like a lamb before the 
 
 wolf of the law. 
 'Now to your business, ye devil's imps, for the night 
 
 is wearing out. 
 Why stand ye there all four agaze? What are ye 
 
 then about? 
 
 alder-highest, the highest of all. 
 lythe, hearken, listen. 
 won, reached, arrived at. 
 
The Daughter of the Death's-Man 13 
 
 What have we here? a sely maid, beshrew me as I 
 
 live, 
 Of a scant of grace she hath ta'en the place and 'tis 
 
 her life she'll give. 
 For the prisoner flown she must atone or quit us of 
 
 that ilk 
 Must pay the fee, be it he or she whoso the law 
 
 would bilk. 
 And for that she doth love disguise forthy we'll find 
 
 at need 
 The wherewithal to deck her out all in a masking 
 
 weed. 
 A band across her eyne draw tight, besmear her milk- 
 white brow, 
 A wooden gag place 'twixt her teeth to plug her 
 
 perjured mow.' 
 They heard these sombre words all four, but they 
 
 were dumb for dread; 
 And palsied was that fair maid's tongue that mote 
 
 ha' saved her head. 
 For no bridegroom had she dared to hope, and when 
 
 the folks they jeered, 
 Her seemed that to wed with death might be from 
 
 birth her foredestined weird. 
 One heard a tumbril rumble forth or e'er the dawn 
 
 had broke — 
 The tree of death it lay therein, and she who feared 
 
 the stroke; 
 
 sely, simple, foolish. scant of grace, ne'er-do-weel. 
 
 quit of, rid. that ilk, the same. 
 
 forthy, therefore. mow, mouth. 
 weird, lot, destiny. 
 
14 The Daughter of the Death's-Man 
 
 And to Montfaucon on they fared where a many 
 
 had come to dree 
 And on a gibbet gaunt hung there in that Gethse- 
 
 mane. 
 As nigh they drew to the lethal spot on the wing there 
 
 rose anight 
 A sable flock that circling round there whilom kept 
 
 its flight. 
 Hard by there stood a scaffold low, and there the 
 
 death's-man eke: 
 O, could the victim's tongue, made free, the one word 
 
 'father' speak! 
 Haste, haste, sir priest, if come ye may to stay this 
 
 horrid act, 
 Shall ill foil good in this world awry and the devil 
 
 hath he a pact? 
 O woe! O dule! the stroke is struck, a head falls 
 
 to the ground, 
 And loosed are now the knots which held erstwhile 
 
 its fair front bound. 
 The death's-man raught his hand to snatch the scalp 
 
 by its shorn hair — 
 What was there in those watchet eyne to fascinate 
 
 his stare? 
 He staggered back; with fire-eyed frenzy mad his 
 
 blade he heft, 
 And at one blow, well dealt I trow, the officer's head 
 
 he cleft; 
 Then falling fast upon his corse a hail of blows they 
 
 brast 
 Till naught was left but shreds and bones for dogs 
 
 to break their fast. 
 
 dree, suffer, endure. dule, melancholy. 
 
 watchet, pale-blue. brast, burst. 
 
The Drowning of Ys 15 
 
 O 
 
 THE DROWNING OF YS 
 
 SLUMBERING harp of old Bretayne, 
 That 'neath the hoar of the past hast lain 
 Like a Norse drake sunk in the soundless main, 
 
 Awake and let thy notes upwelling, 
 
 As a distant bell that is faintly knelling, 
 
 In mystic fragments weirdly spelling, 
 
 The tale of Gradlon of Ys relate, 
 And of the doomed city's fate, 
 That the great sea rose to obliterate; 
 
 For the harper erst told how northwards faring, 
 In quest of a field for deeds of daring, 
 The king and his feres all dangers sharing, 
 
 Sailed on till a rock-ringed island green, 
 Where he won the love of a Norse sea-queen, 
 Of whose beauty the like no man had seen; 
 
 And how when he quitted the strand where he sought 
 
 her, 
 As their prows ploughed on all through the dark 
 
 water, 
 She gifted him with a lovely daughter. 
 
 drake, viking's ship of war. spelling, narrating. 
 feres, companions. till, to, as far as. 
 
1 6 The Drowning of Ys 
 
 And shriller than the wild wind's lay 
 
 Was heard the swart steed Morvark's neigh, 
 
 As the white waves round him 'gan to play. 
 
 But full soon the queen, on her death-bed sleeping, 
 Left the lone, lorn king to fair Dahut's keeping, 
 Whiles o'er him there came a black grief creeping. 
 
 And for that he mote bear it light, 
 By the festive board all richly dight 
 With wassail he wore out the night. 
 
 Spake Dahut to the old king wending, 
 'Like night and day in morning blending, 
 Here earth and sea have both their ending. 
 
 In yonder cove then that hight Ys, 
 Where the waves my feet ofttide do kiss, 
 Shalt built me a palace for my bliss.' 
 
 DAHUT'S SONG 
 
 Ocean, blue Ocean, roll me aland, 
 Roll me ashore on the golden sand 
 Where the white steeds revel and play. 
 Infant erstwhile cradled I lay, 
 Where the white steeds gallop arow. 
 Spreading their manes like the drifting snow. 
 On our brave war drake smoothly would glide 
 Thorough the welter of tempest-tossed tide, 
 Riding, O Ocean, on thy broad back, 
 Swift as the wind-swept volatile wrack. 
 
 swart, dark, swarthy. dight, prepared. 
 
The Drowning of Ys 17 
 
 Far away on the mid-main vast, 
 There it was my weird was cast, 
 'Twas my weird for power and might, 
 Ocean to thee my troth to plight. 
 And my need or list or will, 
 Thou shalt labour to fulfil; 
 Thou shalt bring to me each day, 
 All that may my bent a-pay. 
 Ocean, blue Ocean, roll me aland, 
 Roll me ashore on the golden sand. 
 
 When upon thy boundless tide 
 Argosies deep-laden ride, 
 Neath dark tempest-laden skies 
 Let thy serried billows rise, 
 Pitching them like baubles where 
 Jagged rocks show sharp and bare, 
 That mine eyne may daily feast 
 On the treasures of the east. 
 All they hold shalt wash aland, 
 At my feet on the golden sand. 
 
 Swarthy seamen from their crews, 
 Men of mould with iron thews, 
 Ta'en from death amidst thy waves, 
 For — and shepherded like — slaves 
 Bought upon the open mart, 
 Shall of my meinie form a part, 
 Shall in my household daily serve, 
 Crooking the knee with shoulders curve. 
 
 weird, lot, destiny. list, wish, desire. 
 
 a-pay, satisfy. of mould, well-embodied. 
 
 meinie, attendants, retinue. 
 
1 8 The Drowning of Ys 
 
 Ocean, blue Ocean, bring me to land, 
 Stalwart youths, aye, a goodly band. 
 
 Fondlings some shall be for me — 
 Passed the whim, their lot shall be 
 In thy caves for aye to sleep, 
 Where thy greenish waters creep 
 In a twilight dim alway, 
 Silvered by the fish's ray, 
 Where their ears may hear no more 
 Of thy surge's rote or roar. 
 Ocean, blue Ocean, roll me aland, 
 Roll me ashore on the golden sand. 
 
 THE FISHER'S SONG 
 
 At the mid o' night, as I lay a-bed, 
 
 Methought I heard a muffled tread, 
 
 And I dupped the door and forth was led. 
 
 On through the murky night we bore, 
 And ere long won the spray-swept shore, 
 Where boats dim showed, mote be a score. 
 
 Aboard we stept and hoised sail ; 
 Around us there were faces pale; 
 The wind it freshened to a gale. 
 
 I seized the tiller for to steer 
 Across the vasty ocean-mere. 
 Those faces they were wan o' leer. 
 
 rote, frequent repetition. 
 
 dup, open. 
 
 hoised, hoisted. 
 
 ocean-mere , expanse of ocean. 
 
 leer, complexion, look. 
 
The Drowning of Ys 19 
 
 Long while on on we ran adrift, 
 With naught of light or little rift 
 In that dark curtained pitchy lift. 
 
 Upon my ears then fell a sound 
 Of pebbles by the surges ground, 
 And far a white streak stretched around. 
 
 The wind had dropt, the loose sail flapped, 
 About the prow the wavelets lapped, 
 And as I whiled a strange thing happed. 
 
 The farers whom we had inshipped, 
 Had into the murk all silent slipped 
 Like fallen leaves from branches stripped. 
 
 Our bark, methought, it seemed to ride 
 Full lightly on a swelling tide, 
 And sadly now the wind it sighed. 
 
 Low, low, its murmur to me said, 
 
 In tones that made me quake for dread, 
 
 'Here is the Island of the Dead.' 
 
 Then rose a whisp'ring far and near, 
 
 And voices I wont erst to hear, 
 
 Called back full many a death-struck fere. 
 
 Some wild as up-torn mandrake's groan, 
 Some muttering low with tristful drone, 
 While Stevens eke made heavy moan. 
 
 lift, atmosphere. farers, voyagers, travellers. 
 
 tristful, sad. Stevens, voices. 
 
20 The Drowning of Ys 
 
 And it be sooth mine eyne's attest, 
 
 Oft glimpsed I on some dark wave's crest, 
 
 Enlaced twain figures breast to breast, 
 
 Then by the backwash asunder tossed. 
 Their lanes had met, their lanes had crossed ; 
 For Love their lives they once had lost. 
 
 And as I listed, as I eared 
 
 Long while that vocal ferment weird, 
 
 A name I caught I oft ha' feared. 
 
 'O Dahut, Dahut,' a voice it cried, 
 'By thee, alas, by thee we died, 
 For thee about this isle we bide. 
 
 Full many a cheek hath thy bane made wan; 
 O Princess who sway'st in the castle yon, 
 Of those who thorough death's door ha' gone.' 
 
 IN THE CASTLE 
 
 'Karo, my page, by the hand thou hast kissed, 
 Shalt do alway as I have list, 
 To-morn, ere the sun is high aboon, 
 Shalt rede the folk to be yare at noon, 
 For that I may the rose shells gi'e, 
 That lay their charm upon the sea.' 
 'Liefer had I, Princess, that task were done, 
 And the shells all given ere set o' sun. 
 
 attest, evidence. eared, gave ear to. 
 
 to-morn, to-morrow morning, rede, advise, enjoin. 
 yare, ready. 
 
The Drowning of Ys 21 
 
 A shell I bore erst to my ear, 
 
 And was ware of a sound filled me with fear. 
 
 The sea heard I lift its voice aloud, 
 
 As roar it doth 'neath the tempest's cloud; 
 
 And thorough the thorp as I kept my way, 
 
 Oh 'twas evil enow I heard some say.' 
 
 'Now a sely youth, Karo, art thou, 
 
 Perdy, make not so tristful mow! 
 
 An it be boot for thy soft heart, 
 
 To me a spae-wife did impart 
 
 I ne'er should pass thro' death's dark door, 
 
 Till one of thy name had gone afore.' 
 
 'Hark, Princess, hark, the wind doth bear 
 
 A murmuring sound upon the air.' 
 
 'The sound thou hear'st it is the sea. 
 
 Look forth, rede me, what shade its blee.' 
 
 ' Tis verdant as the olive-fruit, 
 
 But maugre dark skies its voice is mute.' 
 
 'O my betrothed, green, green per fay, 
 
 'Tis thus he lies by night by day, 
 
 Lies dormant as a snake in coils, 
 
 That shall swallow the fishers with their toils.' 
 
 'Hark, Princess, hark, i' the welkin ahigh, 
 
 Eftsoon a clamour comes stealing nigh.' 
 
 'Enow, enow of thy boding say, 
 
 What the wind brings here 'twill take away. 
 
 To my steward haste bid him prepare, 
 
 Anon the board with lordly fare. 
 
 ware, aware. sely, simple. 
 
 perdy, an oath. mow, face, grimace. 
 
 boot, remedy, cure. spae-wife, witch, fortune-teller. 
 
 blee, complexion. maugre, in spite of. 
 
 per fay, by my faith. eftsoon, again, a second time. 
 
 boding say, evil prediction. 
 
22 The Drowning of Ys 
 
 With maunds of fruit and the grey wild fowl, 
 
 That carouse we may all cheek by jowl. 
 
 With the brimming bowl let the board be dight, 
 
 And we shall have a gaudy night.' 
 
 The board was set and to the dame 
 
 Karo the page, her fondling, came. 
 
 'All for a feast is dight and yare, 
 
 And thy meinie bring the best of fare. 
 
 Hark, Princess, hark, there's an asper sound — 
 
 It riseth now from the lower ground — 
 
 It swells about the castle walls, 
 
 'Tis a mingle wild of shouts and calls.' 
 
 Then Dahut rose with her cheek aflush: 
 
 'Say whither my varlets do they rush?' 
 
 'They spar the doors, but freck and fast 
 
 Comes a hail of blows that the bolts may brast. 
 
 And, hark, I hear midst their yells of ire, 
 
 A cry, methinks, for fire, for fire, 
 
 For fire that they may bren the hold 
 
 With faggots piled high as trees in the wold.' 
 
 Then, maugre that her lip turned pale, 
 
 From Dahut's breast came nor sob nor wail. 
 
 'Look forth, look forth, Karo, at the sea, 
 
 Rede me, rede me what shade its blee. 
 
 They think with their garboil and flickering flame 
 
 To gallow me forth from hearth and hame. 
 
 gaudy, gay, full of revelry. asper, harsh. 
 
 mingle, mixture, medley. spar, bar. 
 
 freck and fast, vigorously and fast. brast, burst. 
 
 bren, burn. hold, stronghold. 
 
 garboil, tumult. 
 
The Drowning of Ys 23 
 
 Methinks anon ye all may lie 
 
 Where fire, per fay, ye'll let to cry. 
 
 Karo, come say, what hast thou seen? 
 
 Is the ocean black? Is the ocean green?' 
 
 ' 'Tis black, 'tis black but with crested waves, 
 
 Full rudely, I ween, the land it laves.' 
 
 ' 'Tis well, Karo, bide here and wait 
 
 Whiles I to my father hie me straight.' 
 
 And fleet to the chamber she hath crept 
 
 Where a-days the old king dozing slept, 
 
 And from his girdle hath ta'en the key 
 
 That oped the flood-gates to the sea. 
 
 'Now speed, my page, take this key, 'twill fine 
 
 This garboil i' the seething brine.' 
 
 'The sea, O Princess, it doth rage, 
 
 Bid, bid farewell to thy whilom page.' 
 
 'Midst storm and bluster the sluice he hath won, 
 
 Farewell, poor page, thy work is done! 
 
 King Gradlon still he lay abed, 
 
 And Dahut in haste to him she sped. 
 
 'Rise up, my sire, rise up and ride; 
 
 Thy castle is beat by the flowing tide. 
 
 Thy castle is laved by the salt, salt sea, 
 
 And oh! but Karo comes not to me.' 
 
 NEMESIS 
 
 'That the ocean boileth and roareth yond, 
 Say, Dahut, say to thy father fond, 
 For why on us falls this direful sond?' 
 
 let, leave off, cease. ween, fancy, think. 
 
 fine, put an end to. yond, yonder. 
 
 sond, visitation. 
 
24 The Drowning of Ys 
 
 1 Tis all for long of thy miching folk, 
 That the sea in its anger hath awoke. 
 Haste, haste, we may not bide its stroke.' 
 
 And, gasted, along the twain they fled 
 O'er the bridge — on whither Dahut led, 
 Till, mounting his steed, old Gradlon said: 
 
 'Like the wind, O Morvark, oft hast raced, 
 Now drink the air, O thou swift-paced ; 
 And, Dahut, hold me fast embraced. 
 
 Fast, fast-embraced, my daughter, hold me, 
 
 For ne'er saw I the hungry sea 
 
 Show a front so wild and black o' blee.' 
 
 'Speed, father, speed, win Plogoff's gap. 
 Once past the crag that it doth cap, 
 We may outride them all ill-hap. 
 
 The wind it leaves my heart achill, 
 
 For in my ears it whistles till 
 
 I hear the spae- wife's bodements shrill.' 
 
 'Trust Morvark, child, for never horse 
 Hath held him pace in break-neck course; 
 Now shall he show his mettle's force.' 
 
 'Spur, father, spur; on the surge's rush, 
 See, now with my knees they are aflush, — 
 Oh that the cries of the storm would hush! 
 
 for long of, on account of. miching, sneaking. 
 
 gasted, terrified. 
 
 drink the air, fly, race or run very rapidly. 
 
 win, reach. 
 
 held him pace, kept pace with him. 
 
The Drowning of Ys 25 
 
 For I catch in the hurly one like a groan; 
 
 Ah me, ah me, it is not lone, 
 
 For lithe there comes now moan on moan. 
 
 False-hearted one, what have I done 
 
 That me wouldst tear from the light o' the sun, 
 
 Who have given thee youths ever one by one? 
 
 Speed, father, speed, for naught can quell 
 The flood that with its rising swell 
 My girdle-stead doth now o'erwell.' 
 
 'Fear not, my child, a watery grave, 
 An Morvark's crest the surges lave, 
 His lane he'll find athwart the wave.' 
 
 They win now Plogoff 's dark abyss, 
 
 Where breakers round jagged rocks e'er hiss, 
 
 The dread of the fishers erst of Ys. 
 
 There many a corse was seen to drift 
 
 By the gleam of the fire-naught's sudden rift, 
 
 Whiles Dahut in terror her voice did lift. 
 
 'O bear me, father, bear me away; 
 
 The ocean roars, I hear it say 
 
 "Man-queller, man-queller, thou art my prey'V 
 
 Nor needed then Morvark or spur or goad; 
 
 He hath swum the inlet, hath won the high road, 
 
 The road he hath won, but with lighter load. 
 
 lone, solitary, single. lithe, pay attention. 
 
 girdle-stead, waist. Hre-Haught, flash of lightning. 
 
 man-queller, slayer of men. 
 
26 The Drowning of Ys 
 
 'Say, dweller in wind-swept Bretayne, 
 
 What sight saw ye 'midst the storm and rain?' 
 
 'I saw a wild steed with flowing mane. 
 
 His neigh heard I, 'twas shrill and loud, 
 
 And dimly in a passing cloud 
 
 I saw an old man that lapped a shroud.' 
 
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 THE BROKEN TROTH 
 
 THE WOOING 
 
 w 
 
 HAT is the mermaid's plaintive lay 
 That the winds aland they waft alway 
 When the waves break fast on fair Auray? 
 
 They sing a song, an it fall on your ear, 
 
 A song, a song, that is sad to hear, 
 
 Of a may who erst was so blythe o' cheer. 
 
 O, oft a beetling crag she won 
 To meet in tryst her loved one, 
 What hour went down the westering sun. 
 
 And as it sank in a blood-red blaze 
 
 They hand in hand would sit dreaming and gaze, 
 
 Till the lift with night's veil it 'gan to haze. 
 
 But dwellers in Auray one morn 
 Awoke to the clamorous sound of a horn, 
 With its long-drawn notes on the air far borne. 
 
 a-land, on land, ashore. may, maid. 
 
 erst, formerly. cheer, mien, countenance. 
 
 beetling, projecting, overhanging. 
 
 won, reached. lift, atmosphere, sky. 
 
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 And echoes from a grizzled keep 
 Awoke as from an age-long sleep, 
 And faintly broke the silence deep. 
 
 The gate-ward hath the gates unsparred. 
 With steeds forspent and ridden hard 
 Troop horsemen into the great courtyard. 
 
 And now adown the castle's stair 
 Hath come the Baron Gille de Vayre, 
 With head y-bent and silvering hair. 
 
 'Now hail, Le Roux,' the baron says, 
 As slowly he the group surveys, 
 'Thy face calls back long bygone days.' 
 
 'Hark back, good coz, and rest content, 
 
 That on an errand I am bent, 
 
 Which hath long syne your full consent. 
 
 But of my purpose grant that now 
 
 I make not a complete avow; 
 
 What time I have bethought and how; 
 
 And I had liefer it were sung, 
 
 When we sit by the board our cups among, 
 
 As it beseems, by my minstrel's tongue.' 
 
 'Twas eventide and the guests were gay, 
 When, chaunting soft in love-tuned lay, 
 The minstrel bespake fair Berthe, the may. 
 
 gate-ward, gate-keeper. 
 
 unsparred, unbarred, unbolted. 
 
 forspent, exhausted. syne, ago. 
 
 avow, avowal. liefer, rather. 
 
The Broken Troth 29 
 
 THE MINSTREL'S SONG 
 
 'Twas within a garden fair, 
 Where the sweetest flowers were — 
 All the blooms of fulsome May 
 Teeming in her brave array; 
 And a damsel there was eke 
 With a soft and damask cheek. 
 
 Cupid had some fern-seed ta'en, 
 For to thrall her he was fain; 
 And, ear-kissing, he did say: 
 'Wherefore all this proud display? 
 Like these blossoms, gentlest maid, 
 Wilt thou beam awhile, then fade? 
 
 Wherefore then so fair o' feir, 
 If no lover cometh near? 
 Wherefore then so douce a face, 
 If no knight it may aggrace? 
 Cloistress leads her life for vain 
 All the world goes twain and twain. 
 
 Make not dainty to man's suit. 
 Love is like a golden fruit — 
 Must be gathered in its prime; 
 Hence forslow not when 'tis time. 
 It is in life's gilded morn 
 That the fairest hopes are born. 
 
 fern-seed, to render himself invisible. 
 
 fain, eager. 
 
 ear-kissing, whispering in the ear. 
 
 feir, appearance, look. 
 
 douce, sweet, pleasant, sober. aggrace, to favour. 
 
 cloistress, nun. for vain, in vain. 
 
 make dainty, to be loth, chary. 
 
 forslow, to be slow or dilatory. 
 
 
30 The Broken Troth 
 
 Why then maiden, peeping, bide 
 At the door of wedding-tide? 
 In the handfast thou wilt find 
 Sweetest bond that knows mankind; 
 Forthy when two hearts agree 
 Seal it with a lover's fee.' 
 
 And when in fine his voice was hush, 
 Amany sought the mantling flush 
 That deepens to a maiden's blush; 
 But turning white as a flaxen sheet 
 With fireless eye rose Berthe from her seat 
 And out at the door she vanished fleet. 
 
 THE CAVALCADE 
 
 'Thy bridegroom waits, my daughter dear; 
 
 And when for thee I shed a tear 
 
 'Twill channels down my old cheek sere.' 
 
 'A sea of tears I eke would shed, 
 My father dear, an us 'twould stead, 
 But by our weird we maids are led.' 
 
 O gaily fared the bridal train, 
 
 As from the castle it burst amain, 
 
 With jester and minstrel as foremost twain. 
 
 But sadly, sadly one did ride, 
 
 My fay, it was the fair young bride, 
 
 And back she looked — she looked and sighed. 
 
 handfast, marriage contract. forthy, therefore. 
 
 in fine, in conclusion, at last. sere, burn. 
 
 weird, destiny. my fay, faith ! 
 
The Broken Troth 31 
 
 'Farewell, my Brittany, farewell, 
 My bosom heaves like ocean's swell. 
 Of my youth and love I hear the knell.' 
 
 Whiles Count Le Roux rode on a space 
 Him seemed as he scanned her gleeless face 
 It showed for him but scant good grace. 
 
 'O ho! my belle; what all amort 1 
 A tearful eye and trist deport 
 With our gay rout but ill doth sort. 
 
 Do off then melancholy's veil, 
 For sadness paints a visage pale, 
 And naught hath it of gain or hayll.' 
 
 'Bear, good my lord, an heart-heavy I, 
 
 The memories of my home besigh, 
 
 As they pangs awake at each broken tie. 
 
 The mariner he loves the sea. 
 
 O, sad is the weird one's heart must dree 
 
 When one leaves for aye one's own countrie.' 
 
 'Enow, enow, thy teen must sleep. 
 Thee now, my belle, I have in keep; 
 With joy anon thy heart shall leap; 
 
 amort, dejected, spiritless. trist, sad, sorrowful. 
 
 deport, bearing. sort, agree, harmonise. 
 
 hayll, hale, well-being, health, weird, lot. 
 
 dree, suffer, undergo. teen, grief, sorrow. 
 keep, charge. 
 
32 The Broken Troth 
 
 For in the south we buoyance teach, 
 And moping all and care-tuned speech 
 With heyday joys and pastimes leech.' 
 
 Why doth the fair bride's jennet rear, 
 Whiles in her watchet eyne so clear 
 And o'er her visage spread sits fear? 
 
 Why halts the rout, and turning white 
 Stand a many spell-bound at some sight 
 That gars them cross themselves for fright? 
 
 Why pricking then each one his steed 
 Break headlong all across the mead, 
 As from the deil they fain would speed? 
 
 'Aroint, aroint! thou foul-mouthed hag, 
 
 Thou spirit of the fen or quag, 
 
 Wilt with thy filth my bride then dag?' 
 
 'Care wither the cheeks of your bride abloom, 
 And the curse of a wild witch on her womb, 
 May it be fertile as the tomb.' 
 
 THE LOVER'S LAMENT 
 
 'O brook that 'gainst thy rocks dost chide, 
 An my cark mote fare on thy arrowy tide. 
 Far away to be sunk in the ocean wide! 
 
 leech, heal. watchet, pale-blue. 
 
 gar, cause, make. aroint!, begone! avaunt! 
 
 quag, marshy or boggy spot. dag, bedaub, bemire. 
 
 cark, anxiety. mote, might. 
 
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 An thy waters mote, as the balm that swages, 
 Disfever my brain when it madly rages, 
 Like prisoners beating the bars of their cages! 
 
 An thy current, like Lethe, mote blot from my mind 
 
 A hand and a face of one erst kind, 
 
 That fickle have proved as the wanton wind! 
 
 Mote quench its thirst in thy flood the spitter, 
 Whiles my cup I must drink to the dregs so bitter, 
 Till death from my woe shall be my quitter!' 
 
 'So, lass-lorn youth, on this bridge dost sit, 
 The whiles thy lady-love doth flit, 
 O fie, O fie on the moonish tit! 
 
 All in an arbour a dove was cooing; 
 Now, prithee, his mate what is she doing? 
 For a falcon, alas, misliked their wooing.' 
 
 'Go, witch of the wood, avaunt! avaunt! 
 My heart is not tuned to gibe or taunt. 
 Begone, begone to thy woodland haunt.' 
 
 'Nay list, sweet youth, to the air I falter, 
 For quicker I weet than missal or psalter 
 'Twill touch thy heart-strings, till their tune they 
 alter. 
 
 spitter, young deer whose antlers begin to shoot or 
 become sharp; a brocket or pricket. 
 quitter, deliverer. 
 
 lass-lorn, forsaken by one's lass or sweetheart. 
 tit, a woman (contemptuous). 
 weet, know. 
 
34 The Broken Troth 
 
 Say, jumps it not with thy humour well 
 
 That by my curse's magic spell 
 
 She's deemed to be leader of apes in hell? 
 
 Or wouldst that a brood o' the red-beard's raising 
 Round the ingle should sit in her false eyne gazing, 
 With, poor spirit, thee in the blue flame blazing? 
 
 Some finding frost are all unmanned, 
 
 And stripling wouldst like a John-a-Dreams stand 
 
 With moody brow and palsied hand? 
 
 I' the mid o' night when the moon is waning, 
 And our coz the owl in her bower is plaining, 
 Weird sisters we fate's links are enchaining. 
 
 So hie to us, lack-beard, an wilt be freed; 
 For thy despond we have remede, 
 That'll tine the spark for red-hot deed. 
 
 deemed, condemned, doomed. 
 
 leader of apes in hell, old maids and childless women 
 were supposed to lead old bachelors in hell. 
 
 ingle, an open fire on a hearth. 
 
 blue flame, a blue flame was supposed to indicate the 
 presence of a spirit. 
 
 finding frost, meeting with difficulties, misfortunes, or 
 disaster. 
 
 plaining, lamenting. despond, despondency. 
 
 remede, remedy. tine, kindle. 
 
The Broken Troth 35 
 
 THE LOVER SEEKS THE WITCH OF THE 
 WOOD 
 
 The Lover 
 
 'Winds that thro' the wild wood rush 
 Hurtle not, lie low and hush. 
 Sleep, my fears and fleet alarms. 
 Wave not, oaks, your giant arms; 
 Stretch not forth your roots like snakes 
 Where my lane its crook'd way takes. 
 Riotous with mad unrest 
 Heart be still within my breast. 
 In my ears I hear it thrum 
 Like the beating of a drum. 
 Thunder-shaken trees ye quake; 
 Th' earth methinks itself must ache. 
 Fire-naughts flickering in the gloom 
 Whence doth peal yon awful boom? 
 Corrigans what direful crash 
 O'er the heads of beech and ash! 
 Mote I win the spae-wife's tryst 
 For mine eyne they 'gin to mist.' 
 
 Thunders mutter round and round. 
 Earth what forg'st thou underground? 
 Hell, where do thy legions lour 
 Till the dreaded midnight hour? 
 In the blackest of the night 
 Shades and ghosts all come to light, 
 And to see them weirdly dance 
 Armand waketh from his trance. 
 
 fire-flaughts, flashes of lightning. 
 
 corrigans, . sprites (in the lore of Brittany). 
 
 spae-wife, fortune-teller; witch. 
 
36 The Broken Troth 
 
 The Lover 
 
 'Winged demons round me nutter 
 Piercing hoots I hear them utter. 
 Satan's imps, what fell delight 
 Gars ye fill my soul with fright? 
 Imps and jinns and all your kin 
 Mote I to my lost one win, 
 I could front your terrors grim 
 To the soundless pit's dark rim. 
 Monarch with the cloven hoof, 
 'Gainst thy swart hosts I am proof. 
 Hark! I catch an eldritch cry, 
 Now afar and now anigh. 
 By some gnome am I misled? 
 Yon I mark a tree glows red, 
 And hard by the bow-backed crone 
 O'er her seething cauldron prone. 
 Wood-witch, 'tis to thee I wend — 
 Broken fortunes canst thou mend? 
 Be it so, awork! awork! 
 Hail the powers of the murk. 
 Haste! awork! and with thy charm 
 Potent make my blade and arm.' 
 
 The Witch 
 
 'Redeless youth, wilt aidance gain? 
 Naught done here shall be for vain. 
 Step within the magic ring 
 
 gars, makes. 
 
 eldritch, weird, ghostly. 
 
 yon, yonder. 
 
 redeless, devoid or destitute of counsel. 
 
 for vain, in vain. 
 
The Broken Troth 37 
 
 Where the bubbling broth doth sing. 
 Fain from me wouldst ha' relief 
 From thy gnawing sore fee-grief. 
 Lover robbed of his fair mate 
 Fills his soul with fineless hate. 
 Powers of darkness gather here; 
 Satan, lord of hell, draw near; 
 In the cauldron throw thy might 
 On these herbs at midnight dight — 
 Hemlock plucked in marshy fens, 
 Hellebore and bane of hens, 
 Deadly nightshade with monkshood, 
 And to make it strong and good 
 Venom drawn from adder's fang 
 In the throe of its death-pang. 
 Dead as stone who this doth sip — 
 Youth, thy poniard in it dip. 
 Who therefrom shall get a scratch 
 Nevermore shall open latch. 
 Ha! ha! ha! deep underground 
 Sleep he shall a sleep most sound. 
 Be his wound as sweet bee's prick 
 No remede shall him e'er quick. 
 All his counts are ended slick; 
 He no more shall make his nick. 
 Ha! ha! ha! he shall lie dead: 
 We can cut Lachesis' thread. 
 
 fee-grief, grief that is all one's own. 
 fineless, endless, boundless. 
 remede, remedy. 
 quick, quicken, revive. 
 nick, notch for keeping a score. 
 
 Lachesis, the one of the three Fates or Parcae who spun 
 the thread of life from the distaff held by Clotho. 
 
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 Blood shall trickle from his side 
 From a wound that shall gape wide. 
 At thy feet I see him lie 
 Breathless, mute with glazed eye. 
 In thy purpose do and dare; 
 Hold you there, youth, hold you there. 
 And I mark a funeral train; 
 Naught is like our compound bane. 
 All along of this false maid 
 One shall 'neath the sod be laid. 
 One shall sleep in cypress shade. 
 Stripling, say, art well a-paid? 
 Fare thee well upon thy quest; 
 Fear not tempest, fear not pest. 
 Satan now thou hast as lord; 
 He will fend from thee each sword. 
 Fire-drakes all vouch this for me, 
 Sights like these this youth shall see. 
 By the flame that burneth blue 
 All my bodements shall come true. 
 Fare thee well, youth, fare thee well; 
 Loosed are now the powers of hell.' 
 
 THE RIDE 
 'Why, O hind, art so pale 
 And dost stare down the dale 
 In the dusk and the gloaming, 
 With thy vacant eyne roaming 
 That are full of affright? 
 Art thou frayed by a sprite? 
 
 hold you there, remain steadfast in that frame of mind. 
 
 a-paid, satisfied. 
 
 fire-drakes, Will-o'-the-Wisp (ignis fatuus). 
 
 frayed, frightened. 
 
The Broken Troth 39 
 
 Why with limbs all unable, 
 Thy wits grown unstable, 
 Dost thou turn now and peer 
 As though, faith, thou mote fear 
 Some ill-hap?' 
 
 1 'Twas a white horse I saw, 
 And it passed like a flaw, 
 Like the wind when it bloweth 
 And in winter broad soweth 
 A thick flurry of snow; 
 Swift along it did go — 
 Then with dark mane up-curling, 
 Like a bandrol unfurling, 
 Eke as wild and as fleet 
 Came its shadow I weet 
 
 Trip-a-trap.' 
 
 'Why, O dwellers in Norte, 
 Do ye flock in a sort 
 At the high-cross assembling? 
 And ye carlins, all trembling, 
 Say what mote ye perceive 
 At the fall of the eve, 
 Whiles as evil were brewing, _ 
 A fierce gust the leaves strewing 
 Bids ye seek some near shroud 
 There to crouch neath the loud 
 
 Thunderclap?' 
 
 weet. know. , . . 
 
 sort, chance group; number of persons who happen to 
 be together. ., 
 
 high-cross, the market place, where there was often a 
 
 cross. . 
 
 shroud, retreat, shelter, especially temporary. 
 
40 The Broken Troth 
 
 'As we whiled on the place 
 Came two riders apace, 
 Swift as arrows forth-speeding. 
 'Twas a white steed that leading 
 Like a nre-flaught for light 
 Shone athwart the black night, 
 And was gone in a twinkling, 
 Whiles we had ne'er an inkling 
 What his rider mote bode 
 As right through us he rode 
 
 Slick and slap. 
 
 But who there by the rood 
 In that moment had stood 
 Had seen suddenly veering 
 A swart courser high- rearing; 
 While its nostrils aglow 
 Shot forth flamelets I trow, 
 And its rider, low louting 
 At the crucifix flouting, 
 Struck a full gerbe of sparks 
 From the earth, by yon marks, 
 With a rap. 
 
 And the ground fairly hissed 
 Whiles a sulphurous mist 
 Rose his dark form enshrouding; 
 And with cloak spread, all clouding, 
 Or with winged horse I deem, 
 For 'twas thus it did seem, 
 Like a reever on foray 
 
 touting, bending. 
 
 gerbe, anything resembling in form a sheaf of wheat; 
 a kind of firework. reever, raider, marauder. 
 
The Broken Troth 41 
 
 Or a lym on the quarry, 
 Where the white steed still shone, 
 He had sped and was gone 
 Trip-a-trap.' 
 
 'Say, O woodman, what mean 
 In this forest so green 
 All the dried leaves wind-driven 
 Round yon oak that is riven 
 Through and blasted in twain? 
 And this ken I would fain, 
 What yon form is there lying 
 Like a wight who is dying, 
 That lies there like a log 
 'Twixt yon youth and the dog 
 
 That doth lap?' 
 
 'Mote I trust my poor een 
 For the things I ha' seen! 
 Where ye mark now twain horses 
 Rode three wights in their courses, 
 And one swart was as night ; 
 Swift as bird in its flight, 
 For yon bay he was riding; 
 They were all but colliding, 
 When with sinister crack 
 All a cloud thick and black 
 
 Did enwrap. 
 
 But, O woe worth the boar! 
 For see, see by the gore, 
 At yon prostrate form dashing, 
 And with tusk his side rashing, 
 
 lym, hound, leash-hound. een, eyes. 
 
 rash, cut, slash, rip up. 
 
42 The Broken Troth 
 
 How it furiously flew. 
 
 'Tis the Count, Count Le Roux: 
 
 Him no "Hunt's up!" at daybreak 
 
 To the chase e'er may wake; 
 
 For he lies in his gore, 
 
 And, O woe worth the boar! 
 
 O mishap!' 
 
 The Page 
 
 'Majordomo, hark I pray, 
 For that this is holy day, 
 From the Countess word I bear 
 On the green all shall be yare 
 For a dance all in a ring 
 Where each one may have his fling, 
 Lads and lasses shall forsake 
 All their tasks and merrymake, 
 Merrymake.' 
 
 The Majordomo 
 
 'Maids and lads, your fardels fling, 
 Blythly join the festive ring, 
 For the dance a hall! a hall! 
 Foot it briskly one and all! 
 Who his sides doth lard with sloth 
 Wins not grace nor comes to troth ; 
 Frolic through the livelong morn, 
 Far away they wind the horn, 
 
 Wind the horn. 
 
 yare, ready. fardels, burdens. 
 
 a hall! a hall! , free space for the dancers. 
 lard, intermingle. 
 
The Broken Troth 43 
 
 While the rotes and musettes play, 
 Gather all and dance the hay; 
 Maids who here would find a spouse 
 Loiter not nor muse adrowse; 
 Angle for the fresh new wight 
 Till his love the bait shall bite; 
 When ye lead him homeward tame 
 Then full-hearted cry ye game, 
 
 Cry ye game. 
 
 To the Countess sing a song — 
 Naught that's dree and naught that's long — 
 Naught of cark and naught of woe 
 'Tis the Count who wills it so. 
 Grave all sorrows far away; 
 O'er their tombs strew posies gay; 
 For by sighing one grows weak, 
 And the face doth pale and peak 
 Pale and peak. 
 
 Yet stint a-while with song and dance, 
 And on yon hillside throw a glance. 
 Lo! there a group doth slow advance. 
 
 Is yon the stag on sumpter horse? 
 Through brake and fern and prickly gorse, 
 Full short hath been his morning's course. 
 
 rotes, a kind of cymbal. 
 
 musettes, a musical instrument. 
 
 the hay, a round country-dance. 
 
 fresh new, quite new. cry game, cry victory. 
 
 dree, sad. grave, bury. 
 
 stint, cease. 
 
44 The Broken Troth 
 
 No stag on sumpter horse is borne, 
 Nor triumph note of bugle-horn 
 Awakes the echo of the morn. 
 
 The pack is mute, the yeomen tread 
 With downcast looks of awe and dread. 
 Woe worth the day! the Count is dead! 
 
 Mark how an ashen hue hath crept 
 Where erst the mantling blood oft leapt, 
 When anger o'er that visage swept. 
 
 Behold, O Countess, here thy lord, 
 
 The blood-gouts from his side all gored — 
 
 They tell of ruthless horn or sword. 
 
 Say, youth, who dost impassive stand — 
 
 By thee, belike, he was trepanned 
 
 And brought to death by thy fell brand. 
 
 See how his lip is proud and haught, 
 Red-handed they the wight have caught, 
 'Twas with yon dirk the deed was wrought 
 
 Seize, seize his dagger! it shall tell 
 What in the wood erewhile befell 
 False factour of this work of hell.' 
 
 The Countess 
 
 'Cease, cease this garboil — 'tis my hest 
 The poniard in my hand may best 
 To me, to all, the truth attest.' 
 
 haught, haughty. factour, perpetrator. 
 garboil, tumult. hest, command. 
 
The Broken Troth 45 
 
 Majordomo 
 
 'Hark to the Countess, all, give heed. 
 That wrench the weapon now hath freed 
 Alack! alack! her arm doth bleed. 
 
 It is a scratch and nothing more, 
 Upon his blade was naught afore — 
 So write no crime upon his score. 
 
 There stands one blood-gout dark and thick: 
 'Tis all and from one little prick — 
 And yet she turneth pale and sick. 
 
 Lo! mark her eyne range wandering round. 
 Alack! she sinks upon the ground, 
 She passes now in mortal swound.' 
 
 Beneath the sod one shall be laid, 
 And one shall sleep in cypress shade, 
 Say, stripling, say, art well a-paid? 
 
 When fell the dagger one did start, 
 And raught his hand in rapid dart — 
 Then plunged it in his breaking heart. 
 
 Woe worth the day! Woe worth the boar! 
 Three corses lie all stained with gore. 
 Woe worth the day! Woe worth the boar! 
 
 swound, swoon, fainting fit. a-paid, satisfied. 
 raught, stretched forth. 
 
46 The Dauphin and the Dead Man 
 
 THE DAUPHIN AND THE DEAD MAN 
 
 THE GRAVEDIGGER'S SONG: THE TANNER'S 
 DAUGHTER 1 
 
 A TANNER he had a daughter fair: 
 He checked her quirks as he curbed his 
 
 mare, 
 Till oh, the beauty, she was ware 
 Short was the length of her tether. 
 Heigh ho! heigh ho! 
 
 Though the north wind bite, 
 An thy skin be tough, 
 'Twill be enough 
 To fend thee quite, 
 Heigh ho! 
 
 But when in fine his last he breathed, 
 And goodman lay with ivy wreathed, 
 To her as dower he had bequeathed 
 Naught but a skin like leather. 
 Heigh ho! heigh ho! 
 
 Though ill-will bite, 
 An thy skin be tough, 
 'Twill be enough 
 To fend thee quite, 
 Heigh ho! 
 
 1 In Bremen and in Malta are places where the skin of 
 those who are buried there becomes tanned or turns into 
 leather. It is to this fact that one must attribute the 
 legend of The Tanner s Daughter. 
 
 quirk, caprice. ware, aware. fend, protect. 
 
The Dauphin and the Dead Man 47 
 
 It was that maiden's list alway 
 To pace an hour with a lover gay, 
 Till all the neighbours they 'gan say 
 'There they go through the heather!' 
 Heigh ho! heigh ho! 
 Though envy bite, 
 An thy skin be tough, 
 'Twill be enough 
 To fend thee quite, 
 Heigh ho! 
 
 But with her lover she would walk, 
 For nothing could that fair maid baulk; 
 A fig for their looks! — and all their talk 
 Weighed on her like a feather. 
 Heigh ho! heigh ho! 
 
 Though malice bite, 
 An thy skin be tough, 
 'Twill be enough 
 To fend thee quite, 
 Heigh ho! 
 
 And here my song it fain must halt, 
 So count it not to her a fault 
 If she within a sombre vault 
 Smiles with her lips of leather. 
 Heigh ho! heigh ho! 
 
 Fear not men's spite, 
 An thy skin be tough, 
 'Twill be enough, 
 To fend thee quite, 
 Heigh ho! 
 
 list, desire. 
 
48 The Dauphin and the Dead Man 
 
 The Prince and the Gravedigger 
 
 I 
 'Hold, sirrah, with thy song, 
 Mayhap 'twill prove too long 
 
 A monotony. 
 Why delver for the dead 
 Dost lay each one abed 
 
 With a lullaby?' 
 
 II 
 
 10 prince, if I mote tell, 
 'Tis but a poor man's spell, 
 
 Which is this wise: 
 For whiles I fill my ears 
 No sprite can wake my fears 
 
 Nor front my eyes.' 
 
 Ill 
 
 'And can, O coistrel say, 
 The charm that beats dismay 
 
 In thy lay's force 
 The errant spirit daunt, 
 To which shouldst gi'e th' avaunt, 
 
 Of yonder corse, 
 
 IV 
 
 That lies encoffined there, 
 Where the birds may lay him bare 
 
 And work him ill? 
 Why to this luckless wight 
 Withholdest thou the rite 
 
 Thy tools fulfil?' 
 
 mote, might. gi'e {give) the avaunt, to dismiss. 
 
The Dauphin and the Dead Man 49 
 
 V 
 
 'An prince he maketh halt, 
 He lies there through default. 
 
 Ere death each cit, 
 It is our ancient use, 
 Of debts himself must loose, 
 
 And be full quit.' 
 
 VI 
 
 'Go, fellow, this purse take, 
 And for sweet mercy's sake 
 
 Wipe from his score 
 All that he still doth owe, 
 That he may undergo 
 
 No insult more! 
 
 VII 
 
 Alack that one must dree 
 Thus in our fair countrie, 
 
 And find great let; 
 And, though by death released, 
 Must lie like some dead beast, 
 
 And all for debt.' 
 
 VIII 
 
 'Laud, prince for this thy grace, 
 That buyeth him a place 
 
 Out of the sun; 
 For when our heyday's past, 
 'Tis well to rest at last 
 
 Out of the sun.' 
 
 dree, suffer. let, hindrance. 
 
 laud, honour, praise. 
 
 grace, favour bestowed; exercise of kindness. 
 
50 The Dauphin and the Dead Man 
 
 THE SAILOR'S SONG 
 
 O, heave a-ho! 
 Let the fierce wind blow, 
 Till with tails aflow 
 O'er the ocean-mere 
 
 The white steeds dash, 
 And afoam they plash, 
 As our prow they lash 
 In wild career. 
 
 Twas in Vigo Bay 
 That our carack lay, 
 And rocked night and day 
 So lazily. 
 
 When one forward stept, 
 The Dauphin yclept, 
 Who aboard had leapt, 
 Oh, great was he! 
 
 And at his all-hail 
 All with ready vail 
 We hoised sail, 
 
 And our anchor weighed. 
 
 And we ploughed the main 
 Till the moon did wane 
 Once and again, 
 For the wind it stayed. 
 
 ocean-mere, the expanse of ocean. 
 all-hail, a general greeting. 
 vail, acquiescence; submission. 
 hoised, hoisted. 
 
The Dauphin and the Dead Man 51 
 
 But a barque we nighed 
 In the morning-tide, 
 That low did ride 
 In our path ahead. 
 
 When her we did cote 
 We saw her flag float, 
 That struck a dread note, 
 The sign of the dead. 
 
 But our bowmen wight 
 Sent of arrows a flight; 
 Well aimed, well pight, 
 At her crew aft and fore. 
 
 And a craven fear 
 In their looks did peer, 
 As with ashen leer 
 They bent to the oar. 
 
 Though they bade us a base, 
 Yet we held them pace 
 In a long stern chase 
 Till evenfall. 
 
 And or e'er in the mirk 
 They had managed to lurk, 
 With such as their work 
 Had brought them in thrall. 
 
 cote, come up with ; overtake. wight, active, strong. 
 
 pight, pitched. I"', complexion. 
 
 bid a base, challenge. 
 
 held them pace, kept up with them. 
 
 mirk, gloom, darkness. 
 
52 The Dauphin and the Dead Man 
 
 Whiles alongside we drew, 
 Midst that recreant crew, 
 Twain dames we saw too 
 Of high degree. 
 
 Then we sprang all aboard, 
 And the Prince with his sword 
 Smote that hell-doomed horde 
 So evil o' blee. 
 
 And in fierce melee 
 They held us at bay, 
 As amidships the fray 
 Waxed deadly and dour. 
 
 And the Prince naught would check 
 Till he slipped on the deck, 
 When he felt on his neck 
 The heel of the Moor. 
 
 That dark chief he heft 
 His blade that he weft, 
 And his skull would ha' cleft, 
 When a bell it tolled. 
 
 With an iron clang 
 It solemnly rang, 
 And the barque with a pang 
 Uneasily rolled. 
 
 blee, complexion, look. dour, obstinate, hard. 
 heft, raised. weft, waved. 
 
The Dauphin and the Dead Man 53 
 
 For the land we were nigh, 
 And our vessels hard by 
 Stood a chapel a-high, 
 Where they tolled a knell. 
 
 And in the dim light 
 There broke on my sight 
 Like a film, a sprite, 
 Let loose by a spell. 
 
 And it rose in the spray, 
 And straight held its way, 
 To that chieftain's dismay, 
 To the spot where he stood. 
 
 For fast in its fold, 
 In a clasp that struck cold, 
 Of him it laid hold 
 'Neath its watery hood. 
 
 Like rats then flew 
 That leaderless crew, 
 And captives two 
 
 Breathed freedom's sweet air. 
 
 And the bell aboon 
 Changed its note full soon 
 To a bridal tune. 
 O, the bonnibel fair! 
 
 fold, embrace. aboon, above. 
 
 bonnibel, handsome girl. 
 
54 The Dauphin and the Dead Man 
 
 It changed its note, 
 That we all mote 
 With viol and rote 
 Dance the hay on the green. 
 
 O, heave a-ho! 
 Let the fierce wind blow, 
 Till the waves overflow 
 Each brigantine. 
 
 THE BRIGAND'S SONG 
 
 Here 'neath the greenwood tree 
 Now list to me, my feres. 
 He levies but his fee 
 The rover who pickeers. 
 
 He kings all too, I ween, 
 For miles on miles around; 
 He hath a broad demesne 
 That lines can not embound. 
 
 The poor are not his prey, 
 'Tis naught they have for fear; 
 The rich his voice may fray, 
 When they his 'Lay by' hear. 
 
 dance the hay, dance in a ring. 
 
 brigantine, piratical vessel. 
 
 feres, comrades, companions. 
 
 pickeers, robs, pillages. 
 
 kings, rules, governs. ween, fancy. 
 
 demesne, domain. fray, terrify. 
 
The Dauphin and the Dead Man 55 
 
 So, golden youths, advise, 
 Take keep, ye high and great: 
 In him ye may agnize 
 The instrument of fate. 
 
 And, if his shadow fall 
 Upon a scion of France, 
 Busk ye in haste his pall, 
 With death full soon he'll dance. 
 
 So, duke, rest well a-paid 
 With this our solemn pact; 
 For on a plot well laid 
 Shall follow swift the act. 
 
 THE PRIEST'S TALE 
 
 Prince, to me no thanks thou ow'st. 
 Valiance little can I boast, 
 
 But to God be grateful. 
 Mortals we oft grope our gait 
 Where life's mazes us await, 
 
 And each step is fateful. 
 
 'Twas about the cockshut hour, 
 That I sat within my bower, 
 
 Sat and gently slumbered. 
 And a vision to me brought, 
 Forms and faces fancy-wrought, 
 
 Faces dusk and umbered. 
 
 advise, reflect. take keep, take care. 
 
 agnize, recognise. busk ye, make ready. 
 
 a-paid, satisfied. gait, way, road. 
 
 ornate, daunt, dismay. 
 
 cockshut, twilight; when woodcocks were caught 
 in cockshuts or glades in woods. 
 
56 The Dauphin and the Dead Man 
 
 All to me seemed passing strange, 
 As thro' dreamland I did range 
 
 Midst those airy creatures; 
 Until one my heeding hent, 
 O, he was of sad ostent, 
 
 Dead-pale were his features. 
 
 Back to me brings that count'nance, 
 Sailing in a ship to France 
 
 Fraught with his bales compacted; 
 My poor sire, full soon to be cast 
 On the rocks by the tempest's blast, 
 
 Weft with his fortunes fracted. 
 
 Dearest sprite, it beckoned me 
 With a parting look and plea, 
 
 Till I fain must follow. 
 'Thwart the treen it found its lane, 
 On until our stone-roofed fane, 
 
 Down by the brook in the hollow. 
 
 There heard I a bell that knolled, 
 As if it a passing told. 
 
 Rood and wafer bearing, 
 Five in holy vestments dight, 
 Forth we trudged till lost in night, 
 
 With the sprite fore-faring. 
 
 heeding, attention. hent, seized. 
 
 ostent, appearance. weft, a castaway, waif. 
 
 fracted, broken. parling, speaking. 
 
 treen, trees. until, as far as. 
 fore-faring, going before. 
 
The Dauphin and the Dead Man 57 
 
 I awakened at a note, 
 Ringing like a hunter's mote 
 
 From a horn far distant, 
 But that visage I had seen, 
 It was still before mine een, 
 
 Speaking with mien insistent. 
 
 Out of hand my way I took, 
 
 Down the bent that meets the brook, 
 
 With that dear sprite aye leading, 
 Knolled the bell, and five as afore, 
 Passed we the chapel's open door, 
 
 Eager but solemnly speeding. 
 
 Thorough the brake our way we kept, 
 And as darkness round us crept, 
 
 White-faced the moon was looming; 
 At our torches' glare the deer, 
 Startled, fled away for fear, 
 
 Fled and were lost in the glooming. 
 
 And as a dingle we betrod 
 Started twain figures from the sod, 
 
 Whiles one lay extended. 
 But for the light and the sacred host, 
 And for the lead of that poor ghost, 
 
 Prince, thy life they had ended. 
 
 THE PRINCESS'S LAMENT 
 
 The Night wears out, 
 And far away 
 A sky all grey 
 Rings us about. 
 
 mote, a note of a horn or bugle. een, eyes. 
 
 bent, slope. 
 
58 The Dauphin and the Dead Man 
 
 And here no beach 
 The flood doth show, 
 That lays all low 
 With its waters' breach. 
 
 Round on ilk hand, 
 Where they devastate, 
 Like one sole ait 
 This tower doth stand. 
 
 My husband, oh! 
 Where canst thou be? 
 No barque I see, 
 And all 's a-flow. 
 
 And in my heart 
 Of hope nigh blank, 
 Grief growing rank 
 Inflicts its smart. 
 
 THE PRINCESS AND HER LADY-IN-WAITING 
 
 'O, Princess, look! 
 What there doth glide 
 Where the swelling tide 
 Runs like a brook? 
 
 For yon see I 
 Twain corses float 
 But whence I note. 
 This stair they nigh. 
 
 breach, breaking of waters as over a vessel. 
 ilk, each. ait, isle. 
 
 note, know not 
 
The Dauphin and the Dead Man 59 
 
 Ay, Princess, see, 
 One is, perfay, 
 By his array 
 Of the gentilrie. 
 
 But other guess 
 Is Yonder Jack, 
 Whose brow looks black 
 Beyond all cess.' 
 
 The duke.! O fate! 
 Another suit 
 
 Thee had brought more boot 
 Than all thy hate. 
 
 Joana dear, 
 What can portend 
 His dismal end 
 With this fell fere?' 
 
 THE DAUPHIN'S TALE 
 
 My Inez, my gentle bride, 
 'Tis I who at thy side 
 Will till the morning-tide 
 Rede thee what me befell: 
 
 How in the dawn-tide grey 
 The royal hunt broke way, 
 With dogs the stag to bay; 
 And cantered down the dell. 
 
 perfay, by my faith. array, habiliments. 
 
 gentilrie, gentry. other guess, of another kind. 
 
 Jack, boor. 
 
 beyond all cess, beyond all measure. 
 
 boot, profit, advantage. fere, companion. 
 
60 The Dauphin and the Dead Man 
 
 My steed was swift and strong, 
 And blithe jaunced I along, 
 As gay as the birdlets' song 
 When all is brag and boon. 
 
 But the lift grew sudden swart 
 As by an evil sort: 
 The horn had rung the mort, 
 'Twas nigh the point of noon. 
 
 And I was far aloof, 
 Nor naught to my behoof 
 Could see nor friendly roof 
 Where I awhile could host. 
 
 And as I passed a hurst 
 The storm seemed at its worst; 
 Methought a cloud had burst, 
 For then it raged most. 
 
 Full soon my way I missed, 
 For little there I wist. 
 Of wood and wold ilk list 
 Was blurred by sheets of rain. 
 
 And thorough the waste so dern, 
 I came to a swollen burn — 
 Left me no whither to turn 
 
 For it barred me bye and main. 
 
 jaunced, rode hard. brag, lively. 
 
 boon, prosperous, gay. lift, sky. 
 
 aloof, away, distant. host, lodge. 
 
 hurst, wood. wist, knew. 
 
 list, boundary. dern, solitary. 
 
 bye and main, wholly, altogether. 
 
The Dauphin and the Dead Man 61 
 
 'Twas then I heard arear 
 A voice that seemed full near, 
 And turning to give ear, 
 Or answer the haloo, 
 
 Upon the duke set eyes; 
 And 'neath a falser's guise, 
 That there he was waywise, 
 With him he bade me go. 
 
 We rode a little space, 
 When I beheld a face, 
 For me had little grace, 
 'Twas nigh a hidden cave. 
 
 For that I naught mote rue 
 My steed as winged he flew, 
 For there saw I the clew, 
 The clew of a crooked knave. 
 
 The light it 'gan to fade 
 As for yon stream I made, 
 O, how I hoped to vade, 
 And thus their scheme to dash. 
 
 Methought it was for vain, 
 For soon heard I the twain 
 Who followed me amain 
 Hard in the waters splash. 
 
 falser, deceiver. 
 
 zvaywise, acquainted with the ways or roads of a place. 
 
 mote, might. clew, plot. 
 
 vade, vanish. for vain, in vain. 
 
(a The Dauphin and the Dead Man 
 
 But 'gainst that torrent's force 
 Naught could nor man nor horse, 
 As it swept us in its course 
 Through brake or over mead. 
 
 I sought some friendly bank 
 Where peered the reed tops rank; 
 Alack, my grey he sank: 
 Farewell, my gallant steed 1 
 
 My end then I did fear 
 In that waste of waters drear, 
 When a barque came floating near- 
 Meseemed that it was void. 
 
 With that I was fain to shift, 
 And through the mirky lift 
 Seemed aimlessly to drift, 
 By that frail vessel buoyed. 
 
 Then, as I sat astern 
 And for the day did yearn, 
 A form I could discern 
 
 That steered it at the prow. 
 
 And dimly in my mind 
 There passed a face outlined, 
 Of one to a grave consigned 
 With alms I did endow. 
 
 And, though to speech impelled, 
 With it I converse held, 
 That form in silence dwelled 
 As one who mote not speak. 
 
 lift, atmosphere. 
 
The Dauphin and the Dead Man 63 
 
 And as the night wore on 
 It ever grew more wan ; 
 And wholly it had gone 
 
 Afore the dawn's first streak. 
 
 I thank thee, gentle sprite, 
 That through the mirk mirk night 
 Hast steered my vessel light, 
 All laded with me and my cark. 
 
 But it was only there, 
 At the foot of yonder stair, 
 That I at length was ware 
 A coffin had been my bark. 
 
 There saw I what had happed, 
 For in mist, as a shroud still lapped, 
 Lay twain from life now rapt, 
 All in their watery grave. 
 
 The duke there I ha' seen 
 With his hair all boltered and green, 
 And him of the horrid mien — 
 The brigand of the cave. 
 
 cark, anxiety. 
 
64 Gal 
 
 ais 
 
 CALAIS 
 
 A Ballad 
 
 WAIL and weep! Pour out your pity, 
 Wail and weep for the fallen city! 
 France hath seen the foe at our gate, 
 France hath left us in our strait, 
 To our fate. 
 
 TLong of his slain key-cold now lying, 
 Edward to us his grace denying 
 Doomed our citizens all to death, 
 Doomed a city's folk at a breath, 
 At a breath. 
 
 Spake his barons then assembled 
 'Calais hath kneed, at thy frown hath trembled, 
 King an thee one mote areed, 
 Hate but reaps a worthless meed, 
 Poor indeed!' 
 
 Answered the King: 'As approof and token 
 That they are now in spirit broken, 
 Six shall dree for all the rest, 
 Six choice-drawn among the best, 
 'Tis my hest. 
 
 'long of, on account of. areed, counsel, advice. 
 
 approof, proof. dree, suffer. 
 
 hest, command, injunction. 
 
Calais 65 
 
 Barefoot, bareheaded, white sheets wearing, 
 Hither shall fare six Calais' keys bearing, 
 Round their necks the hempen twist, 
 That I may do with them as I list 
 As I list!' 
 
 Eustace de Saint Pierre addressing 
 Calais' folk, all round him pressing, 
 Out of his noble heart thus spake: 
 'God on ye all for Christ's dear sake 
 Pity take. 
 
 Danger clouds the day and sorrow, 
 Who shall brighten now your morrow 
 May in the Saviour's grace affy 
 Though he Edward's wrath aby, 
 Though he die. 
 
 For that from evil I may fend ye, 
 I with others some will wend me 
 Till the camp of England's King, 
 Where his tents all glistening 
 Us enring.' 
 
 Thorough a throng of townsfolk weeping 
 See the six their way are keeping, 
 Girt in sarks for all array; 
 At the gate they turn and say 
 'For us pray.' 
 
 affy, trust. 
 
 aby, suffer, be exposed to, undergo. 
 
 fend, protect. 
 
 till, as far as, to. 
 
 sarks, shirts. 
 
66 Calais 
 
 Yonder England's King is seated: 
 All expect his justice meted. 
 Lo! the six they have appealed; 
 But his lips, with anger sealed, 
 No sound yield. 
 
 Turning from the six all kneeling, 
 With a gust of bitter feeling 
 Edward cries: 'Let axe or dirk 
 Fine this scene that me doth irk; 
 Quick to work!' 
 
 Now for vain is interceding 
 Now for vain thy barons' pleading. 
 Of the wars that thou dost wage 
 Shall one find, King, at no stage 
 Bloodless page? 
 
 Angel of mercy here appearing! 
 List, O King, to thy queen anearing. 
 'Gentle lord, I crossed the sea, 
 Though great peril t'was for me: 
 This for thee! 
 
 Ne'er of thee have I sought favour: 
 As thou lovest Christ thy Saviour 
 Grant this boon of thee I crave, 
 That my tongue these six may save 
 From the grave.' 
 
 'Philippa thy gest doth plainly 
 Bind my hands, albeit fainly 
 I had known thee otherwhere. 
 Take these objects of thy prayer 
 In thy care.' 
 
 ■fine, put an end to. gest, action, act. fainly, gladly. 
 
A Fool's Song 67 
 
 A FOOL'S SONG 
 
 THE MADNESS OF CHARLES VI. OF FRANCE 
 (Sung by Jacques Plaisantin, 1 the King's Jester) 
 
 SOFT as on down from the goose's breast, 
 Uncle, thy wont it was to rest 
 Long in the lap of pleasure. 
 Honey-tongued courtiers thy cup did fill, 
 Brimming it o'er oftwhiles but ill 
 Knowing the royal measure. 
 
 Pleasure at court it can be bought, 
 Buyers pay twice as eke they ought: 
 Uncle thy cup ran over. 
 Court-bred asses no hay will eat, 
 Round they nose for their journal treat, 
 Splitting their sides with fresh clover. 
 
 Feasting well so we drank to boot, 
 Feast on feast is followed suit 
 All through the Ember Evens. 
 Fasting time hath eke its due, 
 Tarries not and will not sue 
 
 Casting about for a grievance. 
 
 1 Plaisantin was the name given to one of the three 
 actors in the old French farces. We may suppose that 
 in course of time it became a family name. 
 
 journal, daily. 
 
 Ember Eve, the eve before certain days of fasting. 
 
68 A Fool's Song 
 
 Riot at length it did break out, 
 Raging enow stout hearts to dought, 
 All in the sconce of this good land 
 Garred it was by a man in his shirt. 
 Coistrel, thy garb should ha' been like dirt, 
 Thou who wonnst in the woodland. 
 
 Silent woods all sounds enhance, 
 Down on a helm there fell a lance — 
 Hollow it sounded hollow. 
 Those asleep they woke astart, 
 Chance blows a kingdom can dispart, 
 Mark now the scene that will follow. 
 
 Out with his sword the King then struck, 
 Fleers there were who fled like buck — 
 I could have died wi' laughter. 
 Fleers there were to the tale of ten, 
 Fleers from him all ten the King's men, 
 King thou wert conquered after. 
 
 Twain fools are now I weet at court — 
 'Twixt the twain we should ha' sport; 
 One but he lacks good schooling. 
 Brother fool, I can not sleep, 
 For thy poor pate I fain must weep, 
 There is no joy in fooling. 
 
 dought, make afraid. 
 
 sconce, headpiece, head, brains, wits. 
 
 garred, cause. 
 
 coistrel, mean fellow, churl. 
 
 dispart, break up, disunite. 
 
 tale, number. 
 
 weet, alternative form of wot, know. 
 
A Fool's Song 69 
 
 'Shepherd, thy flock where mote it be?' 
 'Ah, that I its loss must dree, 
 Far on the moor they're straying.' 
 'Swineherd, thy pigs whence hast thou led?' 
 'Forth from the court where they were bred,' 
 'Knaves they were always playing.' 
 
 'How is thy master or mistress hight? 
 Tell me I pray, and thee I'll requite 
 Graciously, gratis': 'Grammercy, 
 She whom I serve with her magic wand, 
 Lives in a distant castle yond, 
 Hight is the lady Circe.' 
 
 mote, might. dree, endure, bear. 
 
 hight, called. gratis, freely. 
 
70 An Invitation to Dine with the Cardinal 
 
 AN INVITATION TO DINE WITH THE 
 CARDINAL 
 
 H 
 
 AIL, farer, hail! This rock may shroud 
 Us twain the while yon black-faced 
 
 cloud 
 Bursts in vociferations loud! 
 
 My luck, perfay, I well mote curse 
 For that my plume will look the worse 
 Should now the heavens me asperse.' 
 
 'Now, fellow farer, welcome be; 
 Aboon we have a good roof, see! 
 This cave may house both you and me. 
 
 And for your feather, well I trow, 
 Though light as air yet it may show 
 What way the winds of fortune blow. 
 
 All well beseen, in fine array 
 
 Hold gay to court their pleasant way, 
 
 As, good-faced sir, eke you to-day.' 
 
 'And prithee, sir, since you divine 
 Men's fortune, say, what may be mine? 
 With whom in Paris shall I dine?' 
 
 shroud, shelter. perfay, by my faith. 
 
 mote, might. asperse, bespatter. 
 
 aboon, above. beseen, clothed, clad. 
 
 array, garments, rich apparel. 
 
An Invitation to Dine with the Cardinal 71 
 
 'The song may answer, if it can; 
 Now let me think how it began. 
 I mind me thus three verses ran: 
 
 "The King he hath his table dight, 
 Feast merrily the live-long night. 
 Come, courtiers, come, good appetite! 
 
 The Queen she hath her table laid, 
 Come courtiers all, each well a-paid, 
 Shall at his side have lovely maid. 
 
 The Cardinal his board hath spread. 
 The wine, the wine, it floweth red. 
 With a cup of it lose not your head!" 
 
 T faith, it was his Grace's hest 
 
 By messenger to me addrest 
 
 That I should be his whilom guest.' 
 
 'Such fortune is most gratulate, 
 Nor, sir, my query improbate, 
 Who bears his messages alate?' 
 
 'Faith, let me see, ay, he was tall, 
 
 Beshrew me if I can recall 
 
 His face, his look, eyes, nose and all.' 
 
 'Belike a birth-mark neath one eye 
 From which his glance falls oft awry, 
 Speech somewhat short and may be dry.' 
 
 dight, prepared, arrayed. a-paid, satisfied. 
 hest, injunction. gratulate, pleasing. 
 
 improbate, object to. alate, of late. 
 
72 An Invitation to Dine with the Cardinal 
 
 'Good deed, you know, I wis his chap, 
 And all his features like a map, 
 And eke his Eminence mayhap.' 
 
 1 'Tis said by those whose tongues wag free 
 That twixt his Eminence and me 
 A blood-relationship there pe. 
 
 But sir, i' faith, it were more fit 
 You should not grasp their bitter wit, 
 Nor guess how nigh the clout they hit. 
 
 The Cardinal his board hath spread, 
 The wine like blood it floweth red — 
 For a cup of it lose not your head. 
 
 Mark whither turns your gallant steed. 
 The act, meseems, it well mote rede. 
 Mount, southward ride, and ride with speed.' 
 
 good deed, of a truth, verily. 
 chap, cheek, jaw — hence face. 
 
 clout, cloth (a white cloth was used as the centre of 
 a target in archery). 
 rede, counsel, advise. 
 
PaUabes of &teace 
 
 THE CLOCK OF STRASBURG MINSTER 
 
 IN Strasburg minster in days of eld 
 Stood a clock that all folks in wonderment 
 held. 
 Not a minute sped on its backward way 
 But 'twas chronicled there with each hour and 
 
 day, 
 And eke the months brought they sunshine or 
 
 rime 
 Were there as leaves in that record of time; 
 And the shadowed forms of the moon and sun 
 Were there in the gilding metal done; 
 And the breaking forth of Phoebus' steeds 
 With the advent of Night in her ebon weeds. 
 In turn child, youth, man, and crone used tell 
 The quarter hours on a silver-tongued bell; 
 Then Death with his hammer's brazen clang 
 The doomed hours into eternity rang. 
 And Mercury with frequent gest 
 Stood there to work all at his will and hest. 
 Round the earth-ball all and the stars beyond 
 Moved free to the waving of his wand. 
 And when the bells sweet chorals 'gan ring, 
 All folks gathered to see the wonder thing. 
 
 eld, the olden time. 
 73 
 
74 The Clock of Strasburg Minster 
 
 Now he who thus wrought for Strasburg town 
 
 Was Isaac Habricht of good renown; 
 
 No master wright was as skilled as he, 
 
 And he harboured scant fear of rivalry. 
 
 In their praise of a work to which all bowed, 
 
 The Mayor and the aldermen were loud; 
 
 In council they met his skill to acclaim, 
 
 And on each man's lips was the clockmaker's 
 
 name. 
 Good hap they observed in gleeful tone, 
 'Twas to have such a clock for Strasburg alone. 
 For Strasburg alone — but one there opined 
 He could fashion another had he a mind. 
 Had he a mind! 'twas there the rub — 
 Obeyed he the hests of Beelzebub? 
 Of Beelzebub whose craft and skill 
 Were equal to his love of ill. 
 And as they bandied opinions free, 
 The fiend with Habricht oft coupled would be. 
 Then uprose the Mayor with bearing grave, 
 And thus to his fellows his thoughts he gave: 
 'Meseems we are at a pretty pass, 
 When our hopes are shattered like splintered 
 
 glass. 
 We had built on the notion oft expressed 
 That our clock of all clocks would be the best. 
 And now as I learn the bruit goes round 
 That for three such Habricht himself hath bound. 
 One such masterpiece is enow to crown 
 A long life's work with just renown. 
 
 wright, artisan. bruit, rumour. 
 
 
 
The Clock of Strasburg Minster 75 
 
 But to engine such gyns now two and now three, 
 
 It savours, my friends, of sheer demonry.' 
 
 The heads they nodded and brows grew stern, 
 
 For Habricht it boded an evil turn, 
 
 For to void a soul where deils wont to dwell, 
 
 Men algates borrowed the ways of hell. 
 
 Or e'er he had fared to another land 
 
 On his shoulder was laid a ruthless hand. 
 
 To the council a prisoner then he came 
 
 Where enow erst they could not laud his name. 
 
 And there he learnt the sentence dread 
 
 That his eyes should be plucked forth from his head. 
 
 'O, sirs, an my sight ye will take away, 
 
 Grant this my prayer, a while's delay. 
 
 Ere my days I must pass in the endless mirk, 
 
 There's need of some change to achieve my work. 
 
 Should I leave it thus, I am sore afraid 
 
 Ye full soon would not be so well a-paid. 
 
 Much it mislikes me that for aught 
 
 The sum of my efforts should come to naught.' 
 
 And they let him go with saw and file, 
 
 At the gyns again to labour awhile. 
 
 With persistence grim and a master's power, 
 
 He filed away for many an hour: 
 
 He filed so well that for evermore 
 
 The wheels would not move as they moved afore. 
 
 Of his eyne he was robbed, a fruitless theft — 
 
 The robbers themselves in the lurch were left. 
 
 And the Mayor and the council vainly raged, 
 
 Whiles the clock-work in idleness year long aged. 
 
 engine, put together, fit up. 
 
 gyns, engines, pieces of mechanism. 
 
 algates, always. a-paid, satisfied. 
 
7 6 
 
 The Baron of Egisheim 
 
 THE BARON OF EGISHEIM 
 
 Fytte I 
 
 WHAT wind, beldame, blew thee here? 
 Who dost like a wrinkled leaf appear, 
 Or like the arc of the crescent moon. 
 Will it blow your ladyship back eftsoon?' 
 'Now, keeper of the baron's gate, 
 There's wind and to spare in thy addled pate. 
 From a sayer of sooth the baron were fain \ 
 To hear his weird, be it good hap or bane. 
 Now, see, he anears, for his hunting train 
 At the bend of the road trots twain and twain: 
 Two boars, a wolf and a stag in its prime. 
 All hail to thee, Baron of Egisheim ! 
 For strong is thy bow, and broad is thy fee, 
 And great in its eld and ancientry. 
 But, puissant lord, thy power would grow 
 Could 'st thou the future aforehand know.' 
 'Aroint! false gammer, so swart o' blee 
 A jackdaw, my fay, would sing truer than thee.' 
 'Who counsel takes with the daws of the air 
 With his counsellor mote make a pair.' 
 
 eftsoon, soon again. 
 weird, destiny. 
 fee, domain, property. 
 ancientry, ancientness. 
 swart, dark, dusky. 
 my fay, faith. 
 
 sayer of sooth, fortune-teller. 
 a-nears, nears. 
 eld, age, old age. 
 aroint, begone ! avaunt ! 
 blee, complexion. 
 mote, might. 
 
The Baron of Egisheim 77 
 
 'Begone belive, or maybe thine eyne 
 Will be their dish when the corbies dine.' 
 'In each man's hand his lot doth lie, 
 Who reads it not will redeless die.' 
 'Come back, come back, thou malapert quean, 
 And cipher my palm for what may be seen.' 
 'So welcome, so illcome the truth may be 
 Have I thy word that I go scot-free?' 
 'Here's a silver groat to quit thy due, 
 And naught hast thou to fear or to rue.' 
 'Thy line of life is broad, good lord, look, 
 Till it bendeth here like a bishop's crook; 
 By that crook springs forth a branch hard by, 
 Where the line of thy heart athwart doth lie; 
 That branch it points this way I deem 
 To the mount where Jupiter rules supreme; 
 Beshrew me but thy son one day 
 Than thee will wield a greater sway, 
 The while he sits enthroned aboon 
 Thou'lt kiss the dust upon his shoon.' 
 The baron upon his table gazed — 
 The sibyl had fled ere his eyes he raised. 
 
 Fytte II 
 
 Through the greenwood all in the morning-tide 
 The baron and his ranger ride. 
 The birds they sing, the scene is fair, 
 With the baron in croup why rideth care? 
 
 belive, quickly, without any delay. 
 
 corbies, crows. redeless, without counsel. 
 
 cipher, decipher. illcome, unwelcome. 
 
 quit, satisfy. aboon, above. 
 
 shoon, shoes. table, the palm of the hand. 
 
78 The Baron of Egisheim 
 
 'Sir Count, my bugle's mote would call 
 The hounds about us one and all! ' 
 'Wind not, wind not, anon the chase — 
 My mood is now for a slower pace. 
 My thoughts beat on the many wrongs, 
 Of one who long to the past belongs: 
 With the holy Louis, oh, ill it did fare 
 Through the rebel sons whom his good queen 
 
 bare; 
 A sire with fractious sons may rest 
 As peacefully as in a viper's nest. 
 Who breeds and rears such a mutinous brood 
 He'll reap as he soweth, by the rood! 
 And faith! this sibyl's augury 
 Says I to my heir must crouch aknee!' 
 'Sir Count, of all hawks here's the best make- 
 hawk: 
 She would say she's in yarak could she but talk.' 
 'On yon distant crag towards the rising sun 
 A pair of eagles have nested and won. 
 The rock is their hold, the air their demesne, 
 And rival none have they ever seen. 
 If their young, say, ranger, say, 
 In an upstart mood should dispute their sway, 
 With an arrow, now say, my forster true, 
 For the peace of their nest aught could 'st thou 
 
 not do? 
 An eaglet's heart could 'st thou not bring 
 To the cairn of the mountain's ancient king?' 
 
 aknee, kneeling. 
 
 make-hawk, a hawk used to train others. 
 
 in yarak, in good condition. 
 
 won, dwell. hold, stronghold. 
 
The Baron of Egisheim 79 
 
 Fytte III 
 
 Through the greenwood all in the morning-tide 
 The ranger he walks with a lad at his side. 
 The birds they sing, the scene is fair, 
 Why then with the ranger stalketh care? 
 And he mutters, list, as along he strides, 
 'On her whose erdritch voice misguides 
 A threefold malison rest for aye!' 
 So on they fare till the set of day. 
 On the morrow the ranger alone returns; 
 His cheek is pale but his grey eye burns, 
 As he walks to the terrace parapet, 
 Where the baron sits with doubts beset. 
 And the sun as it sinks afar in the west 
 Leaves the land and the count to go to rest. 
 But on that sculptured balustrade 
 The ranger a gory heart key-cold hath laid. 
 'Ne'er ask of me, Count, or how or where 
 I took that heart which lieth there; 
 Nor seek me with gold e'er to requite, 
 But bury the deed in the deep of night.' 
 He's gone and enshrouding shades close round 
 The count as he sits with his eyes on the ground. 
 The spell is now broken and powerless the bane, 
 For this makes the witch's bodements vain. 
 
 Fytte IV 
 
 The days they came, the days they went, 
 And the baron's head adown was bent, 
 
 eldritch, harsh sounding. key-cold, very cold. 
 
80 The Baron of Egisheim 
 
 Like his who on his shoulders bears 
 A load of sin or a load of cares. 
 His hair had whitened that erst was grey. 
 The menials watched him with dismay: 
 Why then at the hour of crepuscule 
 Falls he in a fit of woe and dule? 
 'Come hither, groom, bring water, bring 
 As clear as flows from our garden spring, 
 And pour it there where the stone is red; 
 My hand erstwhile it must have bled. 
 And now to the chaplain with this prayer 
 That he to my chamber mount the stair.' 
 'Sir Count, godden, the air is chill, 
 Thou sent'st for me, thou art not ill?' 
 'Hark priest, our Rhine rolls its mighty course 
 Till it comes to the sea and is lost perforce. 
 And eke my line will be in like case, 
 When I sit no more in the ingle-place. 
 This thought it is that makes me sad, 
 And the thought of one who died as a lad. 
 And when my soul flows o'er with rue 
 To God I oft kneel, I kneel and sue. 
 O priest, I wis that with holy shrift 
 In the darkest of clouds there comes a rift ' 
 'Such comfort as lies in the cloister's pale 
 It is thine, O Count, for thy good and hale. 
 Should that not vail, why then from home 
 As a pilgrim must thou fare to Rome.' 
 
 crepuscule, twilight. dule, sadness. 
 
 erstwhile, a short time ago. godden, good even. 
 
 case, condition. ingle-place, fire-place. 
 
 wis, know. hale, well-being. 
 vail, avail. 
 
The Baron of Egisheim 81 
 
 Fytte V 
 
 What see the eagles that tower aheight 
 'Midst the snow-clad Alps in their airy flight? 
 On their southern slope a long winding train 
 Of pilgrims who zigzag towards the plain, 
 And in their wake with a look forspent 
 Crawls an old, old man on his staff y-bent 
 And little by little he inches along, 
 Till in Rome he stands with the pilgrim throng. 
 And the Vatican's doors to him open at last. 
 To the Pope's own chamber abashed he hath 
 
 past. 
 'O, father of all the Christentie, 
 To thee I come to bend the knee. 
 Beneath a load of sin I groan, 
 Oh grant my prayer and hear my moan.' 
 'God thee with strength, my son, endow! 
 What is thy deed? Here make avow.' 
 'Once I with a son by God was blest — 
 He died, O father, 'twas at my hest! 
 A witch's words filled my heart with dread — 
 The woodland mould was his last bed.' 
 The Pope mused awhile, then rising he stepped 
 To a secret drawer where a scroll he kept. 
 'Now lythe and list to this yellow scroll, 
 For a page of the past it doth enroll. 
 Through the greenwood all in the morning-tide 
 A ranger once walked with a lad at his side. 
 
 aheight, on high. forspent, wearied out. 
 
 Christentie, Christendom. avow, avowal, confession. 
 hest, injunction, command, lythe, pay attention. 
 
82 The Baron of Egisheim 
 
 The birds they sang, the scene was fair 
 
 But yet with the ranger there stalked care. 
 
 Oh whither, good ranger, will this pathway lead? 
 
 O'er hill and o'er dale and along through the mead 
 
 When I am a man then wander I may 
 
 Alone in the forest the live-long day; 
 
 For the big, big trees and the streams I love 
 
 And the soft, soft coo of the sweet ringdove. 
 
 Aye, thy heart's in the woods, lad, that I well 
 
 mind — 
 'Twas a gift thou erst mad'st to the spotted hind. 
 "Good ranger, I tire, mote I rest a while?'' 
 "Nay, nay, lest the wood-witch us should beguile." 
 "But the end of our walk, is it nigh? — is it far?" 
 "We shall see it anon by the light of a star. 
 Straight roads are short, but they turn not back, 
 And the path to thy home hath a winding track. " 
 "I am weary, good ranger, my legs they are sore, 
 And they crook till I think I can step no more." 
 "Bear up, gentle laddie, for we must be yare 
 Or of Bruin the bear else we may be ware. 
 See yonder, see yonder, there's a cot by a brook 
 And 'tis there thou shalt sleep in its ingle-nook." 
 And 'twas there that I slept in its ingle-nook. 
 In every limb the count he shook. 
 
 yare, quick, alert, ready. ware, aware. 
 
 ingle-nook, fire-place. 
 
The Clock of Bale 83 
 
 THE CLOCK OF BALE 
 
 '/^AINST the ramparts of Bale two lovers 
 VJ once leant, 
 
 And, gazing down o'er a battlement, 
 Saw a moon-litten host flung far and wide, 
 That leagured the town on every side. 
 'Say, Rolf, are yonder men's casques that gleam 
 Or ancients that free in the night wind stream?' 
 'My Bertha dear angel,' the lad he quoth, 
 ' 'Tis as likely each or it may be both.' — 
 And the minutes unnoticed slipped prestly by, 
 As this couple a-dream watched plain and sky. 
 'Say, Rolf, out there towards the wind-swept 
 
 wrack 
 Didst thou not hear the wild ducks quack?' 
 'I heard them not, blossom, my thoughts they 
 
 went 
 Along the lane of sweet content.' 
 So one after one the minutes sped fast, 
 And little they recked how many had past. 
 'Say, Rolf, hear'st thou not in the air aheight 
 The whirr of the wild goose winging its flight?' 
 'I hear it not, but full well I see 
 That thou ever the warder's daughter must be.' 
 And ever nor slow nor yet in haste 
 With his measured step Time onward paced. 
 
 ancients, banners. prestly, quickly. 
 
 content, contentment. aheight, high up, above. 
 
84 The Clock of Bale 
 
 'List, Rolf, by yon buttress with bated breath 
 One speaks, lend ear to what he saith.' 
 'When the clock shall strike the midnight hour, 
 They'll scale the wall and seize gate and tower. 
 Twice fifteen we are, a trusty band, 
 To bear to the scalers a helping hand. 
 The watchers mote think all goeth athwart; 
 For days the camp hath seemed half amort; 
 The gyns of war have ceased to speak, 
 And our preux they deem are ale-knights weak. 
 The drowsy burghers thus soothed alate 
 Are snoring abed and misdoubt not their fate. 
 Anon they will wake and mark to their cost 
 How in fancied safety one findeth frost. 
 The time to strike e'en now draweth nigh.' 
 'Rolf, the moon hath set, 'tis soon twelve — 
 
 come fly.' 
 
 * * * 
 
 Who treads the stair with such breathless speed? 
 'My daughter, thy errand come rede me, rede.' 
 'There's treason afoot, and some thirty lurk 
 About the wall 'neath the cover of mirk. 
 They lurk there to seize the tower and gate, 
 And the stroke of twelve is the signal they wait. 
 From the traitor within and the enemy's glaive, 
 O God of our fathers the town now save!' 
 'To the syndic haste, Bertha, thy story tell, 
 Let the tocsin sound from the warning bell, 
 O Bale, in the hour of thy jeopardy, 
 
 amort, lifeless. gyns, engines, mechanical 
 
 preux, gallants, valiants. contrivances. 
 
 ale-knights, tipsters. alate, of late. 
 
 misdoubt, suspect. findeth frost, meets with 
 
 rede, relate. disaster. 
 
The Clock of Bale 85 
 
 I'll tread on the wild- worm of traiterye.' 
 Then up he sprang to the clock aboon, 
 And set its hands by an hour too soon, 
 And as midnight came like a minute gun 
 O, fateful and solemn the clock struck one. 
 And anon on the air rang the note of alarm, 
 And voiced the call to the burghers to arm. 
 But the bell as it clanged in that tocsin's yell 
 On the traitors' ears like a death knell fell. 
 
 wild-worm, serpent. traiterye, treachery. 
 
 aboon, above. 
 
Paiiatres of 3|ollanb 
 
 THE BEARD OF THE KING OF SPAIN 
 
 SAY, cripple, an thou must go 
 With limping gait and slow, 
 Thy lot it may be dost owe 
 To the men of the king of Spain?' 
 
 'List, Sirs, and to ye I'll tell 
 What to my poor leg befell 
 Through the work of that fiend of hell, 
 That is hight the king of Spain. 
 
 It was in ninety-one 
 They deemed us all fordone; 
 But the long fight was not won 
 By the host of the king of Spain. 
 
 To the despot we would not cringe, 
 An a gate we must force or unhinge, 
 We had sworn that we would singe 
 The beard of the king of Spain. 
 
 True beggars bold and free, 
 All doughty-handed we, 
 On a snare had come to 'gree 
 
 For the bills of the king of Spain. 
 
 hight, called. gree, agree. 
 
 bills, billmen, pikemen. 
 
 87 
 
The Beard of the King of Spain 
 
 Nigh Zutphen lay a fort 
 Where our peasants would resort 
 To traffic at its port 
 
 For the pelf of the king of Spain. 
 
 'Twas there we set the hay, 
 All in the month of May, 
 That was to reave away 
 
 That hold from the king of Spain. 
 Five stalwarts deils to fight 
 Were then as peasants dight, 
 That we mote break the might 
 
 Of the cursed king of Spain. 
 
 And five were kirtled eke, 
 And each one shaved his cheek 
 For that he mote take wreak 
 
 For the lust of the king of Spain. 
 And I was a may to boot, 
 Who well I trow could shoot, 
 And wing the flying coot, 
 
 Or a bill of the king of Spain. 
 
 And maunds of eggs we bare 
 With fish and fowl then rare, 
 O, 'twas a goodly fare 
 
 For the dons of the king of Spain. 
 
 And for that we mote please 
 With these commodities 
 We took some rounds of cheese 
 For the rats of the king of Spain. 
 
 port, the great gate of a castle or town. 
 
 hay, net or snare. take wreak, take vengeance. 
 
 may, maid. maunds, baskets. 
 
 mote, might. 
 
 
The Beard of the King of Spain 89 
 
 'Twas nigh the great fort's gate 
 We came betimes and sate, 
 And there we placed the bait 
 
 For the rats of the king of Spain. 
 
 And as soon they did appear 
 We watched the questing leer 
 Of each whiskered musketeer 
 
 Who fought for the king of Spain. 
 
 Their leader he chattered Dutch, 
 But when he my arm did clutch, 
 Perdy! it was too much, 
 Take that for the king of Spain! 
 
 And as I saw him dead, 
 To the nether world thus sped, 
 A thought flashed through my head — 
 Would that he were the king of Spain. 
 
 Then a troop that perdu lay 
 Joined prestly in the fray, 
 Till we tore that flag away 
 
 That waved for the king of Spain. 
 
 But ere we could cry game 
 A blow that hoxt me came, 
 And left me alway lame — 
 
 And a curse on the king of Spain! 
 
 Tis an ill I may abear, 
 
 For the trumpets loud did blare, 
 
 And we had plucked a hair 
 
 From the beard of the king of Spain.' 
 
 prestly, promptly. cry game, cry victory. 
 
 hoxt, houghed. 
 
90 The Death of Schenk 
 
 THE DEATH OF SCHENK (1589) 
 
 ON the banks of the Rhine there once 
 flourished 
 The chief of a freebooting band, 
 Who from farmers and peasants took levies 
 With a rough and oft merciless hand. 
 
 He had served 'neath the banner of Orange, 
 He had won the battles of Spain, 
 Then breaking allegiance to Philip 
 Had returned to his country again. 
 
 Each day he was fighting or drinking, 
 And, when he was flushed with wine, 
 He would treat all his men in his fury 
 As though they were only kine. 
 
 'Twas oft told how he caused some to leap down 
 From steeples high in the air; 
 For ne'er did his hard heart soften 
 At the sound of a cry or a prayer. 
 
 When he led his troops forth to the foray 
 He was sure to be seen in the van, 
 But if his small force was retreating 
 He was ever the very last man. 
 
 So the fame of that desperate rover, 
 And the force of his word or decree, 
 Spread over the lands of fair Munster, 
 And south o'er the Bishop's see. 
 
The Death of Schenk 91 
 
 Till mothers would say to their children: 
 'Hark! here's Schenk at the door, so beware!' 
 And the youngsters would fly away screaming 
 As though a black demon were there. 
 
 Schenk's sconce was the name of a fortress 
 Where the Waal in its boisterous race 
 Leaves the Rhine to pursue its course northward, 
 A river of sluggish pace. 
 
 And forth from his stronghold he sallied 
 All in haste on a summer day, 
 To possess himself of a convoy 
 That was quietly stealing away. 
 
 O'er a thousand who stood to defend it 
 Were ere long in so narrow a strait, 
 That fleeing they left all behind them, 
 The horses, the treasure, and plate. 
 
 But down on the Waal at some distance 
 Rose the towers of Nymegen town; 
 And the thought of its riches protected 
 Caused Schenk's brow to contract in a frown. 
 
 Then he vowed he would soon be the master 
 Of a city so fair and so free, 
 And with curses he cried, ' 'Tis worth more than 
 A glove full of pepper for me.' 1 
 
 So he mustered his troopers together 
 All clad in their armour bright, 
 And filling some twenty-five barges, 
 Down the river they dropped at night. 
 
 1 The annual tribute paid to the Emperor. 
 
92 The Death of Schenk 
 
 As the foremost drew nigh to the city 
 Bold Schenk with a few sprang ashore, 
 And, regardless of those who still tarried, 
 Set forth on the road to explore. 
 
 On they stole to St. Anthony's gateway, 
 Both he and his followers true, 
 Where they fell on the guard who were napping 
 As watchers are wont to do. 
 
 Unmolested then forward they hastened 
 Through the gloomy and silent street, 
 For the burghers, all covered and curtained, 
 Heard never a sound of their feet. 
 
 But they came in due time to a mansion 
 Whose front looked forth on the square, 
 For this was the place of assembly 
 In that dark and risky affair. 
 
 There they passed through the corridors swiftly 
 Till they burst in the stately old hall, 
 Where a flood of bright light fell upon them 
 Reflected from mirror and wall. 
 
 For within there were signs of a wedding, 
 And dancers scattered around 
 Moved hither and thither in cadence 
 To the harp and the viol's soft sound. 
 
 But, checked by the sudden intrusion, 
 The mirth and the music had ceased; 
 Whilst the couples stood gazing in wonder 
 At the guests unbid to the feast. 
 
The Death of Schenk 93 
 
 Lips trembled but uttered no greeting, 
 Flushed cheeks turned rapidly pale, 
 And the frolickers seemed to be spellbound 
 At the sight of those figures in mail. 
 
 The troopers had halted an instant, 
 And they watched the proceedings amazed, 
 One and all with their venturesome leader 
 By the glare of the candles half-dazed. 
 
 The revellers read the dark purpose 
 Of the man who so seldom smiled, 
 For many there knew his rough nature 
 To tenderness never beguiled. 
 
 With short cries of alarum ill-stifled 
 Through the doors and the windows they fled, 
 And their laughter was heard no longer — 
 But the clank of steel armour instead. 
 
 Then Schenk on the square had men posted, 
 Whiles the mansion he fortified, 
 As he issued his orders, flinging 
 A curse on the parting bride. 
 
 But the fugitives, spreading quickly, 
 Had aroused the slumbering town, 
 Whose inhabitants fresh from their couches 
 To the conflict came hurrying down. 
 
 With them was the force of numbers 
 Which Schenk could ill withstand, 
 For gathering they well-nigh encircled 
 His tiny yet resolute band. 
 
94 The Death of Schenk 
 
 Three times at the point of the falchion 
 He drove them away from the place, 
 But ever anew they pressed round him 
 Till his troopers no longer had space. 
 
 Yet he fought at the door of the mansion, 
 Still dealing forth blow upon blow; 
 Nor retreated within till the daylight 
 In grey glimmers began to glow. 
 
 Mad with rage, he then stamped as he called for 
 The men on whose aid he relied, 
 For a few who with him might have held back 
 The rush of that terrible tide. 
 
 From the house to the street he was driven 
 'Midst a frantic and orderless throng, 
 For his troopers close huddled together 
 Now in panic all struggled along. 
 
 'Twas in vain that he bade them to rally, 
 Or the pate of one here and there cleft, 
 For the others fled only the faster; 
 And alone in his plight he was left. 
 
 As at last he fell back to the river, 
 Far away from the craft at the quay, 
 Still struggling against the swift current 
 The rest of his force he could see. 
 
 He turned and the foe was upon him, 
 But his teeth he still savagely gnashed, 
 Then quick in the last of the barges, 
 Though already o'erloaded, he dashed. 
 
The Death of Schenk 95 
 
 But it filled, and, weighed down by his armour, 
 He sank like a stone outright, 
 And the Waal, then a torrent, rolled over 
 The head of that brigand and knight. 
 
96 Stavoren 
 
 STAVOREN 
 
 Fytte I 
 
 SAY, fisher, what song sing'st thou o' the 
 sea?' 
 
 I sing of a town that once used to be, 
 Of a town so rich that its merchants' gains 
 Would have filled with gold a long line of wains: 
 Stavoren 'twas night and it held the key 
 Of this inlet thou see'st, the Zuyderzee'. 
 'And why in the depths of the glassy green 
 
 brine 
 With a roving gaze search thy fair blue eyne?' 
 'O'er the roofs of the mansions my eye now 
 
 roams 
 Where those trader princes erst had their 
 
 homes: 
 The lady Richberta, the legend says, 
 Lived in splendour that filled all her peers with 
 
 amaze. 
 In her marble hall she wonned in state. 
 But, oh! if her heart had been as great! 
 To her door one day a stranger came 
 With a swarthy face and an eastern name, 
 And he craved from her, as Mussulmans use, 
 Some salt and bread as the new-comer's dues. 
 In that house nigh the sea there was salt galore, 
 
 amaze, wonder. wonned, dwelt. 
 
Stavoren 97 
 
 But maugre rich dishes of bread no store; 
 
 And they sought a-high and they sought a-low, 
 
 And vain was the hurrying to and fro. 
 
 But the paynim he sat there awhile and spun 
 
 A tale of the land o' the rising sun. 
 
 Of its wonders in many words he told, 
 
 Till the daylight dusked and the day grew old. 
 
 But for all he there saw scant phrases he found 
 
 To mark his esteem or to voice his stound. 
 
 Quoth Richberta 'Good stranger who gracest our 
 
 feast, 
 Thy mind still dwells in the pictured east.' 
 'Fair dame of the Norland/ he answered, 'the 
 
 blaze 
 Of thy mansions' great riches makes poor all 
 
 praise, 
 And my eye is bewitched by the glamourie 
 Of thy stuffs of the grain and the cramoisie. 
 But this riot of beauty leaves one thing wished 
 More precious than pearl that fisher e'er fished.' 
 'Now limn me this thing, which if money can 
 
 buy, 
 Shall be brought by my ships that o'er ocean ply.' 
 'To thy wisdom, dear lady, that search I must 
 
 leave, 
 They command success who most justly 
 
 conceive.' 
 Thus outspake the stranger, and stilly anon 
 From the midst of the revellers he had gone. 
 * * * 
 
 maugre, in spite of. paynim, pagan. 
 
 stound, astonishment. glamourie, magic. 
 cramoisie, crimson. 
 
98 Stavoren 
 
 Fytte II 
 
 Commander of my caracks three 
 
 To-morrow be yare to put to sea, 
 
 To put to sea and to sail to the west, 
 
 And lythe and listen to my behest, 
 
 To sail round the coasts of the western isles, 
 
 Where the sun on their waters months-long 
 
 smiles. 
 And seek for something in value beyond 
 Rich stuffs or gold or diamond. 
 Aye perquest for something of greater worth 
 Than aught thou hast shipped from the ends of 
 
 the earth. 
 An thy search in those regions should be in vain, 
 Then southward thou 'It steer o'er the trackless 
 
 main, 
 Till thou feePst on thy face hot Afric's breeze 
 By the towering pillars of Hercules. 
 Then through the Mid Sea thou shalt gather 
 
 way, 
 And plough the dark waves where the sea-geese 
 
 play. 
 The commander sailed forth with his ships 
 
 three in line, 
 He sailed on while the moon changed four times 
 
 nine, 
 And cruising he touched at every port 
 Where baubles and trinkets he saw of each sort 
 From the carven tusk of the elephant 
 
 yare, ready. lythe, pay attention. 
 
 perquest, search thoroughly. 
 gather way, pursue one's course. 
 sea-geese, dolphins. 
 
Stavoren 99 
 
 To the vialed perfumes of the Levant, 
 
 The lapis lazuli, the emerald gem, 
 
 And the filigree woven anadem. 
 
 But naught there was 'mongst the spoils of the 
 
 east 
 That his hope to have compassed his ends 
 
 increased. 
 And, as time wore on, week after week 
 Lo! one of his caracks sprang a leak. 
 The salt brine soaked the breadstuffs all, 
 Till the crew for drink 'gan oft to call. 
 Nor cask nor sack throughout the hold 
 But soon was a mass of greenish mould. 
 Day in, day out, on, on they sailed, 
 And more than one in his stomach ailed. 
 'What boot all these treasures to my crew 
 When there's little to drink and naught to 
 
 chew?' 
 But good winds brought them to land at last 
 O, fain they were to break their fast! 
 
 Fytte IV 
 
 'My watchman, what ships on the sea see'st 
 
 thou?' 
 'Three sails I mark on th' horizon's brow, 
 Three vessels I scan on the weltering sea. 
 Methinks they ride right heavilie.' 
 On the morrow the watchman sent word to the 
 
 dame 
 To tell how her caracks to harbour came. 
 Hotfoot the water's edge she sought 
 
 anadem, chaplet, garland. 
 
ioo Stavoren 
 
 To learn what cargo her vessels had brought. 
 Then outspake the commander free and bold: 
 'O, many a treaure have I in my hold, 
 But one there is makes the others all vain: 
 'Tis a full, full freight of the golden grain. 
 And but for this godsend, this precious store, 
 Stavoren, dear town, we had seen no more.' 
 Quick the blood to Richberta's cheek it rushed, 
 And a lock of hair from her forehead she 
 
 brushed. 
 'What folly is this? commander, rede. 
 Have we herds of hogs that we must feed? 
 As lief had I thou hadst brought back 
 A lading of the green sea-wrack. 
 On one side of my ships the grain came aboard 
 Then out on the other straight let it be poured.' 
 To the hungry sea the sacks were heaved, 
 While a hungry crowd stood there sore grieved, 
 And a forest of hands shot up in the air, 
 And cries and wails broke forth of despair. 
 But prideful and cold as a statue the dame 
 Saw the last of the sacks pass beyond reclaim. 
 Round the spot where all the good grain sank 
 The mud oozed up and formed a bank. 
 It grew in time, what with sludge and sleech, 
 Till across the haven it 'gan to reach. 
 The ships no more at the port could call, 
 And poverty stood on the threshold of all. 
 Then a murmur arose in Stavoren town 
 One wintry day as the sun went down, 
 
 rede, declare, relate. lading, cargo. 
 
 sea-wrack, sea-weed. sludge, mud, ooze. 
 sleech, slime, mud. 
 
Stavoren 101 
 
 And the cry it swelled in the alleys and courts 
 'Mongst the townsfolk of many and sundry sorts. 
 'This blight on our traffic must reach its term, 
 Ere our ship shall sink let us drive out the worm.' 
 And many a man with litten torch 
 Hied through the streets to Richberta's porch; 
 Whiles she with a face like a spectre white 
 Fled furtively forth, and was lost in the night. 
 Who had listened then to the rote of the surge 
 Had heard a moan like a plaining dirge, 
 As though the waves with that sound had fore- 
 cast 
 The nearing of the tempests' blast. 
 Who had then stood on the northmost land 
 Had seen a dread sight on Stavoren's strand, 
 Had seen the sea roll up in its might 
 Till the bank and the mansions sank out of 
 sight 
 
 litten, lighted. 
 
 rote, the noise of the surge on the shore. 
 
102 The White Doe 
 
 THE WHITE DOE 
 
 THE PETITION 
 
 WHAT'S i' the wind so vagabond 
 Gallant hound that thou scentest yond? 
 Back to heel, backare or all too prest 
 Gar thou wilt in one unrest. 
 Maiden who kneelest at this wayside cross 
 What in thy bosom doth travail and toss? 
 Breathe me thy plaint, impart thy prayer, 
 Prithee tell what woe, what care 
 At creek of day 
 Drew thee away 
 So rathe from bed. 
 
 Countess, alack my heart is sore 
 
 For that my father is no more. 
 
 Fevered he lay long, long days nine; 
 
 Wearily I watched him dwine. 
 
 Watching by night at his bedside 
 
 Warning had I of what mote betide. 
 
 Pale the moon rose one night and wan 
 
 When thro' the treen there passed and was gone 
 
 A white doe fast, 
 
 And he sighed his last; 
 
 His life had sped. 
 
 Scant six days had I made my moan 
 When I was chilled as 'twere to stone. 
 Alan my brother, so it fell, 
 Called i' the night for drink from the well. 
 
 yond, yonder. rathe, early. 
 
 backare, keep back. dwine, pine away. 
 
 prest, prompt, ready. scant, scarcely, barely. 
 
The White Doe 103 
 
 As at his cry astart I woke 
 
 Sheen the moon shone on the dricksie oak. 
 
 Back as from the well I sprung 
 
 Like a streak the treen among 
 
 The white doe past 
 
 And I found aghast 
 
 His soul had fled. 
 
 Tristful my sister and I must fain 
 
 Gravewards follow their corses twain. 
 
 Sith gaingiving oftwhile have I 
 
 That her eke I may see die, 
 
 That I may see her dwindle and peak, 
 
 She who is but a grissel weak. 
 
 Prayers have I prayed God keep her from scath, 
 
 Death he walketh in her path; 
 
 An the white doe pass 
 
 They'll say a mass 
 
 For one more dead. 
 
 Woe is me and to this countrie 
 Where the white doe wandereth free 
 Weaklings' souls they are her prey 
 And she beareth them far away. 
 Gentle dame, this is my boon, 
 Thy fair son he may full soon 
 Arm himself all for the chase 
 And with hounds of swiftest pace 
 
 May go on quest 
 
 With arbalest 
 
 Her blood to shed. 
 
 dricksie, decayed. tristful, sad, downhearted. 
 
 sith, since then. grissel, a tender or delicate person. 
 
 gaingiving, misgiving, scath, harm, hurt. 
 
104 The White Doe 
 
 THE YOUNG COUNT'S LOVE SONG 
 
 Forth I strolled one April morn 
 Down a lane's meanders, 
 Thorough the woods by paths ne'er worn 
 Save by the stag when he wanders. 
 Grangrel Cupid me did guide 
 Hoodman undiscerning, 
 Mocking me when I must bide 
 Halting at some turning. 
 
 Slouchy winter had gone his gait, 
 
 Left the field to Flora. 
 
 Blooms in foison from her estate 
 
 Fell from her lap by the score — a. 
 
 Blooms they fell at a maiden's feet 
 
 In the jolly spring-time; 
 
 Twined they were by her fingers neat 
 
 In the happy ring-time. 
 
 There's a well within a grot 
 
 Lies in the heart of the dingle. 
 
 Ferns and violets in that spot 
 
 Blow together and mingle. 
 
 Thither it happed that morn I came, 
 
 Found there a pensive lily, 
 
 Blanche, it was that fair flower's name, 
 
 Bent o'er the water stilly. 
 
 Five sling casts' length from well and wood, 
 All with its turrets sorted, 
 Noble, a castle, her wonyng stood, 
 Rearing its stone crest forted. 
 
 grangrel, wandering, vagrant, wonyng, dwelling. 
 gait, way. forted, fortified, strong. 
 
 sorted, arranged harmoniously. 
 
The White Doe 105 
 
 'Gentle maid here to while a space 
 Culling the joys of the present, 
 An the thought thou shouldst aggrace 
 It were passing pleasant.' 
 
 Cheerly, cheerly flitted the hours 
 In that fairy nooklet. 
 Pattering we braided flowers 
 Pattering on like a brooklet. 
 Visions came as in a glass, 
 Never for thought were we gravelled; 
 From each field forth we would pass 
 Ranging the world as we travelled. 
 
 Spring it is the budding tide. 
 Hearts o'erflow with passion. 
 Fortune fair each pair arride 
 Love is all the fashion. 
 May is passing and full soon 
 Cuckoos will be singing. 
 Time will hobble on to June 
 Marriage bells be ringing. 
 
 THE YOUNG COUNT'S HUNTING SONG 
 
 It is a doe, a milk white doe, 
 That passeth like a gleam. 
 No mortal eye saw her I trow 
 Save neath the lunar beam. 
 
 Elves, elves, 
 
 Where the rock shelves 
 
 Bring her to harm. 
 
106 The White Doe 
 
 She erreth here, she erreth there, 
 And stealeth thro' the dell, 
 And as she treadeth everywhere 
 She casts a deathful spell. 
 
 Fay, fay, 
 
 Lead her astray 
 
 Mazed with a charm. 
 At cockshut hour neath oak or fir 
 For her ofttimes I lay. 
 For vain 'twas as the plain to skin- 
 Before the break o' day. 
 
 Bow, bow 
 
 Now lay her low 
 
 Stain her side red. 
 With lym and brach by strath and scaur 
 What mote ha' been her shade 
 I followed fast till all seemed lore 
 And the sun had gone to glade. 
 
 Hound, hound, 
 
 Bring her to ground 
 
 Fang her fine head. 
 
 And still the bruit of her black work 
 Doth fly o'er many a sill; 
 And those who venture in the mirk 
 Must cross themselves 'gainst ill. 
 
 Priest, priest, 
 
 Curse the fell beast 
 
 Her work undo. 
 
 for vain, in vain. go to glade, set (of the sun). 
 
 skirr, scour. lore, lost. 
 
 lym, a lyam-hound, i.e., one held by a leash. 
 
 brach, a kind of hunting-dog. fang, seize. 
 
 mote, might. bruit, rumour. 
 
The White Doe 107 
 
 Hard by St. Catherine's well alate 
 Athwart the moonlit treen 
 One saw her pass forerunning fate 
 Tis there I'll be this e'en. 
 
 Bite, bite, 
 
 In her flank white 
 
 Quarrell so true. 
 
 THE OLD NURSE'S LAMENT 
 
 Blossom of May- 
 Faded away, 
 Gelid as clay, 
 Yestreen my pretty dilling. 
 Foster child best 
 That on my breast 
 Erst wont to rest 
 Hearts all with dule are filling. 
 
 Thou who anight, 
 Clad in weeds white, 
 Like a poor sprite, 
 By the moon went walking, 
 Lovesome in grace, 
 Where the lords chase 
 There thou didst face 
 Mortal-staring Death stalking. 
 
 yestreen, yester-evening. 
 
 dilling, darling. 
 
 dule, sorrow. 
 
 weeds, garments. 
 
 to go by the moon, to be a somnambulist. 
 
 mortal-staring, grim-visaged. 
 
108 The White Doe 
 
 Thee in the holt 
 
 As 'twere a poult, 
 
 Felled one sole bolt 
 
 Loosed by one fast by in cover. 
 
 Speeding amain 
 
 It struck hearts twain! 
 
 See its gore-stain! 
 
 Grief-shot was thy lover. 
 
 Grave my Blanche there 
 Where sands lie fair, 
 Golden as hair, 
 Golden for her pillow. 
 And all ill banned 
 There I will stand 
 Lone in the land 
 Like a weeping willow. 
 
 THE SHEPHERD'S SONG (I) 
 
 I pipe to the dawn 
 
 On an upland lawn; 
 
 And sing to my flock as it grazes. 
 
 Whiles down in the dale 
 
 Hangs the curtain pale 
 
 That the sun in its splendour raises. 
 
 Oh, there is a sprite, 
 
 Like a fairy light, 
 
 A sprite that erst was a maiden. 
 
 And the old folks say, 
 
 Of a sooth and perfay 
 
 That her heart with love was o'erladen. 
 
 poult, a young partridge or pheasant 
 
The White Doe 109 
 
 By the moonlight sheen 
 
 That sprite may be seen 
 
 Aye pacing as one who is sleeping, 
 
 Still thorough the glade, 
 
 As erstwhile a maid 
 
 To the well where a tryst she was keeping. 
 
 Like a sylph it glides 
 
 Where the roebuck hides. 
 
 Its lane it oft while is narrow. 
 
 And as one at fault 
 
 There it maketh halt 
 
 Where her heart was pierced by an arrow. 
 
 Left Elf land's horn 
 
 Wind notes that borne 
 
 By Zephyr as she dances 
 
 With calm may suage 
 
 Through a long-drawn age 
 
 That sprite as the world it trances. 
 
 THE SHEPHERD'S SONG (II) 
 
 Erst i' the dell, 
 As I heard tell, 
 Wild, weird, and gaunt 
 Harbored a knight; 
 And with affright 
 One nighed his haunt. 
 
 thorough, through. trances, travels through. 
 
no The White Doe 
 
 Hunter high-wrought 
 Like a fire-flaught 
 Fast he would ride; 
 And his loud cry 
 As he swept by- 
 Woke the hill-side. 
 
 Forth burst his song 
 Echoing long, 
 Filling the air, 
 Till with a moan 
 Sudden his tone 
 Broke in despair. 
 
 THE LAY OF THE WILD HUNTSMAN 
 
 Wind the horn, wind 
 For stag or hind 
 I have no mind, 
 But for the doe. 
 
 Steed, steed, 
 
 After her speed, 
 
 Lead the gay rout; 
 
 That ere the light 
 
 Dusks to dim night 
 
 Her I may sight, 
 
 Her harborowe. 
 Erne, erne, 
 Deep in the fern 
 Speer, speer her out. 
 
 ■fire-Haught, flash of lightning. 
 
 harborowe, track (a stag) to his harbour or covert. 
 
 erne, the golden eagle. speer, search. 
 
The White Doe m 
 
 There in the dale 
 
 Fine shall her bale, 
 
 There she shall quail. 
 
 Hold, I ken Blanche. 
 Woe, woe, 
 There she lies low 
 There she doth sleep. 
 
 Blight on my arm 
 That worked her harm. 
 There in her barm 
 Who'll the blood staunch? 
 
 Bell, bell, 
 
 Stag on the fell 
 
 For her go weep. 
 
 fine, end. barm, bosom. 
 
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