Poem: Ballade De Marguerite (Normande)

I am weary of lying within the chase

上海龙凤shlf最新地址When the knights are meeting in market-place.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Nay, go not thou to the red-roofed town

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Lest the hoofs of the war-horse tread thee down.

But I would not go where the Squires ride,

I would only walk by my Lady's side.

Alack! and alack! thou art overbold,

A Forester's son may not eat off gold.

Will she love me the less that my Father is seen

Each Martinmas day in a doublet green?

Perchance she is sewing at tapestrie,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Spindle and loom are not meet for thee.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Ah, if she is working the arras bright

上海龙凤shlf最新地址I might ravel the threads by the fire-light.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Perchance she is hunting of the deer,

How could you follow o'er hill and mere?

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Ah, if she is riding with the court,

I might run beside her and wind the morte.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Perchance she is kneeling in St. Denys,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址(On her soul may our Lady have gramercy!)

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Ah, if she is praying in lone chapelle,

I might swing the censer and ring the bell.

Come in, my son, for you look sae pale,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址The father shall fill thee a stoup of ale.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址But who are these knights in bright array?

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Is it a pageant the rich folks play?

上海龙凤shlf最新地址'T is the King of England from over sea,

Who has come unto visit our fair countrie.

But why does the curfew toll sae low?

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And why do the mourners walk a-row?

O 't is Hugh of Amiens my sister's son

Who is lying stark, for his day is done.

Nay, nay, for I see white lilies clear,

It is no strong man who lies on the bier.

O 't is old Dame Jeannette that kept the hall,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址I knew she would die at the autumn fall.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Dame Jeannette had not that gold-brown hair,

Old Jeannette was not a maiden fair.

O 't is none of our kith and none of our kin,

(Her soul may our Lady assoil from sin!)

But I hear the boy's voice chaunting sweet,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址'Elle est morte, la Marguerite.'

Come in, my son, and lie on the bed,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And let the dead folk bury their dead.

O mother, you know I loved her true:

O mother, hath one grave room for two?