« السابقةمتابعة »
O lead me wheresoe'er I go,
Through this day's life or death!
All else beneath the sun,
And let thy will be done.
Whose altar, earth, sea, skies; 50
THE FRIAR OF ORDERS GREY.
FIRST PUBLISHED BY DR. PERCY. It was a Friar of Orders Grey
Walk'd forth to tell his beads; And he met with a lady fair,
Clad in a pilgrim's weeds. “Now Christ thee save, thou reverend Friar, 5
I pray thee tell to me, If ever at yon holy shrine
My true-love thou didst see.” “ And how should I know your true-love
From many another one ?”. “O, by his cockle hat, and staff,
And by his sandal shoon :
That were so fair to view;
And eyne of lovely blue. "
“O Lady, he is dead and gone!
Lady he is dead and gone!
And at his heels a stone.
He languish'd, and he died, Lamenting of a lady's love,
And 'plaining of her pride.
Six proper youths and tall,
Within yon kirk-yard wall.”
And art thou dead and gone! And didst thou die for love of me!
Break, cruel heart of stone !"
Some ghostly comfort seek:
Nor tears bedew thy cheek.” “O do not, do not, holy Friar,
My sorrow now reprove;
That e'er won lady's love. i. “And now, alas ! for thy sad loss,
I'll evermore weep and sigh; For thee I only wish'd to live,
For thee I wish to die.” “Weep no more, Lady, weep no more,
Thy sorrow is in vain:
For violets pluck'd the sweetest showers
Will ne'er make grow again. “Our joys as winged dreams do fly,
Why then should sorrow last ? Since grief but aggravates thy loss,
Grieve not for what is past.” “O say not so, thou holy Friar;
I pray thee, say not so: For since my true love died for me, i 55
'T is meet my tears should flow. “And will he never come again ?
Will he ne'er come again?
For ever to remain.
The comeliest youth was he!
Alas, and woe is me!" “Sigh no more, Lady, sigh no more, 65
Men were deceivers ever:
To one thing constant never.
And left thee sad and heavy;
Since summer trees were leafy." “Now say not so, thou holy Friar;
I pray thee say not so:
O he was ever true!
asen 10 “And art thou dead, thou much-loved youth,
And didst thou die for me?
A pilgrim I will be.
My weary limbs I 'll lay,
That wraps his breathless clay." “Yet stay, fair Lady; rest awhile
Beneath this cloister wall : See, through the hawthorn blows the cold wind,
And drizzly rain doth fall.” "O stay me not, thou holy Friar; O stay me not, I pray;
90 No drizzly rain that falls on me
Can wash my fault away.” “ Yet stay, fair Lady, turn again,
And dry those pearly tears ; For see beneath this gown of grey
Thy own true-love appears. “Here, forced by grief and hopeless love,
These holy weeds I sought; And here amid these lonely walls To end my days I thought.
100 “But haply, for my year of grace
Is not yet pass'd away,
No longer would I stay." “Now farewell grief, and welcome joy 105
Once more unto my heart:
For since I've found thee, lovely youth,
We never more will part.”
DEAR Chloe, while the busy crowd,
In folly's maze advance;
Nor join the giddy dance.
Where love our hours employs;
To spoil our heartfelt joys.
If solid happiness we prize,
And they are fools who roam:
And that dear hut, our home.
Of rest was Noah's dove bereft,
That safe retreat, the ark;
Explored the sacred bark.