'Knights come to court and look at me, With eyebrows up, except my lord, And my dear lady, none I see That know the ways of my old sword.' (My lady at that word no pang Stopp'd all my blood.) 'But tell me, John, Is it quite true that pagans hang So thick about the east, that on True,' I said, 'The eastern sea no Venice flag This is not small, that things outwear I thought were made for ever, yea, all, 'All things go soon or late ; ' I said I saw the duke in court next day; Just as before, his grand great head Above his gold robes dreaming lay, Only his face was paler; there I saw his duchess sit by him ; 15 20 25 30 And she-she was changed more; her hair. 35 Before my eyes that used to swim, And make me dizzy with great bliss Once, when I used to watch her sit Her hair is bright still, yet it is As though some dust were thrown on it. 40 Her eyes are shallower, as though Some grey glass were behind; her brow And cheeks the straining bones show through, Are not so good for kissing now. Her lips are drier now she is A great duke's wife these many years, They will not shudder with a kiss As once they did, being moist with tears. 45 Also her hands have lost that way My Lord Duke bears upon his shield. 50 55 So is she grown now unto me 133 This spring-time, when the flowers star I warrant once she used to cling About his neck, and kiss'd him so, And then his coming step would ring Joy-bells for her, some time ago. Ah! sometimes like an idle dream That hinders true life overmuch, Sometimes like a lost heaven, these seem.This love is not so hard to smutch. 388 SHAMEFUL DEATH W. MORRIS. There were four of us about that bed; I and his mother stood at the head We were quite sure that he was dead, He did not die in the night, 65 70 5 10 Q a When neither sun nor moon was bright, He was not slain with the sword, After he came in here; I cut away the cord From the neck of my brother dear. He did not strike one blow, For the recreants came benind, For the hornbeam boughs swing so, I am threescore and ten, And my hair is all turn'd grey, And am glad to think of the moment when I am threescore and ten, And my strength is mostly pass'd, But long ago I and my men, When the sky was overcast, And the smoke roll'd over the reeds of the fen, Slew Guy of the Dolorous Blast. And now, knights all of you, And for Alice, his wife, pray too. W. MORRIS. 45 389 THE HAYSTACK IN THE FLOODS And on her eyelids broad and fair ; By fits and starts they rode apace, 15 And very often was his place Ahead, to see what might betide Far off from her; he had to ride 20 When the roads cross'd; and sometimes, when And often for pure doubt and dread 25 25 To part at last without a kiss 30 Beside the haystack in the floods. For when they near'd that old soak'd hay, That Judas, Godmar, and the three Red running lions dismally 35 Grinn'd from his pennon, under which, So then, While Robert turn'd round to his men, But, 'O,' she said, 40 45 Nought after this.' 'My God! my God! I have to tread The long way back without you; then 50 The court at Paris; those six men ; The gratings of the Chatelet ; The swift Seine on some rainy day 55 Would God that this next hour were past!' He answer'd not, but cried his cry, 60 Gave back that cheery cry again; And, while for rage his thumb beat fast 65 About his neck a kerchief long, And bound him. Then they went along To Godmar; who said: "Now, Jehane, Your lover's life is on the wane 70 |