And all I remember is friends flocking round As I sat with his head 'twixt my knees on the ground; Was no more than his due who brought good news from Ghent. THE FERRYMAN, VENUS, AND CUPID. As I a fare had lately past, Thought I, what more than heavenly thing Hath fortune hither brought? She, seeing mine eyes still on her were, Soon, smilingly, quoth she, Sirrah, look to your rudder there, Naked and blind; yet did I note And two wings to his shoulders fix'd, With far more various colors mix'd For such a thing, half bird, half boy, I think was never seen. * Freight. And in my boat I turn'd about, And clearly I saw his eyes were out, As wistly she did me behold, "How lik'st thou him? quoth she. Why, well," quoth I, "the better should, Had he but eyes to see." How say'st thou, honest friend," quoth she, "Wilt thou a 'prentice take? I think, in time, though blind he be, "To guide my passage-boat," quoth I, "Why, help him to a master, then," Quoth I, "When you your best have done, Than to a harper bind your son, Or by some sickness, hurt, or blow, Deprived of his sight?" Nay, sure," quoth she, "he thus was born." ""Tis strange, born blind!" quoth I; I fear you put this as a scorn On my simplicity.' دو Quoth she, "Thus blind I did him bear." Quoth I, "If 't be no lie, Then he's the first blind man, I'll swear, E'er practised archery." "A man!" quoth she, "nay, there you miss, He's still a boy as now, Nor to be elder than he is I straight replied. Again at this An archer, and yet blind!" "The gods," quoth she, "whose will it was That he in something should surpass, Gave him this gift, though at his game That he should have so certain aim As not to miss his mark." By this time we were come ashore, But that a fisher coming by Drayton. THE WILD HUNTSMAN. THE Wildgrave winds his bugle horn, And thronging serfs their lords pursue. The eager pack, from couples freed,* Dash through the bush, the brier, the brake; While answering hound, and horn, and steed, The mountain echoes startling wake. The beams of God's own hallow'd day And calling sinful man to pray, Loud, long, and deep the bell had toll'd. i.e.. freed from their leashes. 66 But still the Wildgrave onward rides Who was each stranger, left and right, The right-hand horseman, young and fair, He waved his huntsman's cap on high, To match the princely chase afford ?" "Cease thy loud bugle's clanging knell,” Exchange this rude unhallow'd noise; "To-day the ill-omen'd chase forbear, To-morrow thou mayst mourn in vain." "Away, and sweep the glades along!" The Wildgrave spurr'd his ardent steed, "Hence, if our manly sport offend ! With pious fools go chant and pray; + Fane, temple, house of worship. * Lurid, gloomy. The Wildgrave spurr'd his courser light, Each stranger horseman follow'd still. Up springs from yonder tangled thorn A heedless wretch has cross'd the way; Still "Forward, forward!" on they go. See where yon simple fences meet, "Oh mercy, mercy, noble lord! Spare the poor's pittance," was his cry, "Earn'd by the sweat these brows have pour'd, In scorching hour of fierce July." Earnest the right-hand stranger pleads, Away, thou hound! so basely born! "Hark forward, forward! holla, ho!" So said, so done; a single bound Clears the poor laborer's humble pale ;† And man, and horse, and hound, and horn, While, joying o'er the wasted corn, Fell Famine marks the maddening throng. |