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Rare broidry of the purple clover.
Kings have no such couch as thine,
Wild words wander here and there;
LOVE AND DEATH.
WHAT time the mighty moon was gathering light,
Love wept and spread his sheeny vans for flight;
Life eminent creates the shade of death;
THE BALLAD OF ORIANA.
My heart is wasted with my woe,
There is no rest for me below,
When the long dun wolds are ribbed with snow, And loud the Norland whirlwinds blow,
Alone I wander to and fro,
Ere the light on dark was growing,
At midnight the cock was crowing,
Winds were blowing, waters flowing,
Aloud the hollow bugle blowing,
In the yew-wood, black as night,
Ere I rode into the fight,
While blissful tears blinded my sight,
I to thee my troth did plight,
She stood upon the castle wall,
She watched my crest among them all,
She saw me fight, she heard me call,
Atween me and the castle wall,
The bitter arrow went aside,
The false, false arrow went aside,
The damned arrow glanced aside,
And pierced thy heart, my love, my bride, Oriana!
Thy heart, my life, my love, my bride,
O! narrow, narrow was the space,
Loud, loud rung out the bugle's brays,
O! deathful stabs were dealt apace,
But I was down upon my face,
They should have stabbed me where I lay Oriana!
How could I rise and come away,
How could I look upon the day?.
They should have stabbed me where I lay, Oriana
They should have trod me into clay,
O! breaking heart that will not break,
O! pale, pale face so sweet and meek,
Thou smilest, but thou dost not speak,
And then the tears run down my cheek,
What wantest thou? whom dost thou seek, Oriana ?
I cry aloud: none hear my cries,
Thou comest atween me and the skies,
I feel the tears of blood arise
Up from my heart unto my eyes,
Within thy heart my arrow lies,
O cursed hand! oh cursed blow!
O happy thou that liest low,
All night the silence seems to flow
A weary, weary way I go,
When Norland winds pipe down the sea, Oriana,
I walk, I dare not think of thee,
Thou liest beneath the greenwood tree,
I hear the roaring of the sea,
Two children in two neighbor villages
Two lovers whispering by an orchard wall,
WHO would be
A merman bold
I would be a merman bold;
I would sit and sing the whole of the day;
And then we would wander away, away