MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. Ερως ἄει λάληδρος ἕταιρος. In many ways doth the full heart reveal The absence of the love, which yet it fain would show. ALICE DU CLOS: OR THE FORKED TONGUE. A BALLAD. "One word with two meanings is the traitor's shield and shaft and a slit tongue be his blazon!" Caucasian Proverb. "THE Sun is not yet risen, But the dawn lies red on the dew: Lord Julian has stolen from the hunters away, Is seeking, Lady, for you. Put on your dress of green, Your buskins and your quiver; Lord Julian is a hasty man, Long waiting brook'd he never. I dare not doubt him, that he means Your lord and master for to be, And you his lady gay. O Lady! throw your book aside! I would not that my Lord should chide." Thus spake Sir Hugh the vassal knight As spotless fair, as airy light As that moon-shiny doe, The gold star on its brow, her sire's ancestral crest! She in the garden bower below A snow-drop on a tuft of snow! Ah! earliest-open'd flower; While yet with keen unblunted light The morning star shone opposite The lattice of her bower Alone of all the starry host, Of flight and fear he stay'd behind, O! Alice could read passing well, The vassal's speech, his taunting vein, She rais'd her head, nor did she deign Off, traitor friend! how dar'st thou fix Thy wanton gaze on me? And why, against my earnest suit, "Go, tell thy Lord, that slow is sure: She said and with a baleful smile And staggering onward, leaves the ear And Alice sate with troubled mien There stands the flow'ring may-thorn tree! |