IX. 'My lips do need thy breath, If that thou lovest one In all the earth, who loveth thee As truly as the sun, X. Margret, Margret. Her cheek had waxed white Like cloud at fall of snow; Then like to one at set of sun, It waxed red alsò; For love's name maketh bold, As if the loved were near. And then she sighed the deep long sigh Which cometh after fear. Margret, Margret. XI. 'Now, sooth, I fear thee not Shall never fear thee now!' (And a noble sight was the sudden light Which lit her lifted brow.) 'Can earth be dry of streams? Or hearts, of love?' she said; 'Who doubteth love, can know not love; He is already dead.' Margret, Margret. XII. 'I have'. . . and here her lips I broidered him a knightly scarf XIII. Margret, Margret. 'I fed his grey goss hawk, I kissed his fierce bloodhound, I sang him hunter's songs, I love thee, sister mine.' Margret, Margret. XIV. IT trembled on the grass, With a low, shadowy laughter. The sounding river which rolled for ever, Stood dumb and stagnant after. 'Brave knight thy brother is! But better loveth he Thy chaliced wine than thy chanted song, And better both, than thee, Margret, Margret.' XV. The lady did not heed The river's silence while Her own thoughts still ran at their will, 'My little sister wears The look our mother wore: I smooth her locks with a golden comb, I bless her evermore.' XVI. Margret, Margret. gave her my first bird, When first my voice it knew; And told her where they grew. Margret, Margret. XVII. IT trembled on the grass With a low, shadowy laughter. You could see each bird as it woke and stared Through the shrivelled foliage after. 'Fair child thy sister is! But better loveth she Thy golden comb than thy gathered flowers, And better both, than thee, Margret, Margret. XVIII. Thy lady did not heed The withering on the bough: Still calm her smile albeit the while A little pale her brow. 'I have a father old, The Lord of ancient halls. An hundred friends are in his court. Yet only me he calls. Margret, Margret. XIX. 'An hundred knights are in his court, Yet read I by his knee; And when forth they go to the tourney show, I rise not up to see. 'Tis a weary book to read, My tryst's at set of sun, But loving and dear beneath the stars Is his blessing when I've done.' Margret, Margret. XX. IT trembled on the grass With a low, shadowy laughter; And moon and star though bright and far 'High lord thy father is! But better loveth he His ancient halls than his hundred friends, His ancient halls, than thee, Margret, Margret.' XXI. The lady did not heed That the far stars did fail: Nay, but she is not pale! 'I have a more than friend No other's voice is soft to me, Margret, Margret. XXII. 'Though louder beats mine heart I know his tread again, And his far plume aye, unless turned away, For the tears do blind me then. We brake no gold, a sign Of stronger faith to be, But I wear his last look in my soul, Which said, I love but thee! Margret, Margret. XXIII. IT trembled on the grass With a low, shadowy laughter; And the wind did toll, as a passing soul Were sped by church-bell after; And shadows, 'stead of light, Fell from the stars above, In flakes of darkness on her face Still bright with trusting love. Margret, Margret. |