Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1871-06-01
Enchantn,ent.

All IL, the May-tirues merriest weather
Rode two travellers, bride ana groom
breast and breast went their mules togetner, ssf-
FetIock deep through the daisy ploonA XII
Roses peepedat thcrG put OF the hedges &
Wh,te aowSrs lesneato ohem do1n fr4 the 0DrH
.'a,,, fron, The ~ lows with sInlit e ks q
Crowacawith children that soved IL No corr.
Check DER cheek, and with red SO tender,
RinplinQ bright through the gypsy brown,
'u sha ,o he baatn Of the dsnoiis down. y &, z
Al but the wonder grows and fingers,
tb hut their fields look low and lorn, -s-
Inst to think how her jeweled fingers
Sharned the seeds u their yellow corn iJHG 81
Oh IT was sweet so sweet, to be idle
Each little sower with fate zen wroth;
Oh but to ride with spangled bride
Oh for q saddle with scarlet cloth
Waving corn-each stalk in tsssel .f
Home with its thatch and it's turf-ht room
What was this by the side OF q castle?
What was that to tossing plume?
Winds through the violcts' misty covering
Now kissed the white ones and now the blue, u
Sang the readbreast over them lowering M
All ar the world we're hut just made new,
And on and on through the golden weather,
Fear at the faintess and hope at the best,
Went the true lovers riding together, r.--
Ont Of the ASHLAND and into the West
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Father and mother in tears abiding, s ... DAD.
Bride maids all with their favors dressed,
Back and backward the daisfes sliding,
Doye-thrOat, Black-fpH, DreaSt anu Drehsb. 7'"
Yet hath the bride maid Joy Of her pinin8, sr.ss
And grief sits light on the mothers brow;
Under her cloud IL silver lining
The lowly child is lady now. lG Ft 81 8
Bn, for the sowers with eyes held shady
Either with sun-brown arm or hand,
Darby they follow the lord and lady
With iealons hatred Of house and land.
Fne--it was all 30 fine to be Idle;
Dull and droary The work-day doom o..
On but to ride with spangled bride .. Pos
OH for a cap with a tJssing plume
Nearing the castle the bells fell ringing,
And strong men and madens to work and wait
Cried Gods grace ON the brides home-bringng, "
Aud master mistress, rode through the gate
Five select Indies maids of the chamber
One sewed her silken seams, one kept her rings,
One for the pearl combs one for the amber,
And one for her green fan of peacock wings
And sweetly and long they abode in their castle,
And daughters and sons to their love were born
But doves at the dewfall hcneward nestle, CO
To lodge in the raftors they LETT at morn; g...
Aud memory, holding true and tender. .
As pleasures faded and years increased,
OF bore the lady fran all her splendor
out of the West-lal1 and into the East. t.
And far from the couch where sleep so slowly
Came to her eyes through the puppies grand,
Left her to lodge In the he'd so lowly,
Smoothed 10y the mothers dear, dear hand
But after all the ado TO assemble f.. ...r.H
The sunrise pictures to brighton the set,
one there was thrilled her heart to remble,
Half made OF envy and half of regret.
All was 1t this that in playful sporting, l. r
And not ~ lancnting her maiden years,
Often she brought from the time of the ccnrtiag
When hopes are the sweeter for little fears,
That one day OF the days 40 pleasant,
When while abe unused of her lurd, as IL fell
Rode from the castle the groom with his present.
Dear little Dove throat beloved no well?
Or alter In splendor of lilies and aces,
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Or ride through the daisies, orFreen field spaces,
Gay WI children that sowed in the corn?
Ye who hasl left the noontide behind You,
And whom dull shadows begin to oppress, a#
Saw ere the nighttime faleth to blind you,
Which was the pictlirc-Tray, do YOU guess?
All in the castle was sweet with contcntment,
For Fortune, in granting all favors but one,
Threw over the distance n cruel enchantment
That darkened the love light and darkened the sun.
OF aims aud of pleasures, the lifelong bestowers,
The lord and the lady had Just one lament:
Oh for the lives Of the brown little sewers
And oh, for their artless and homoy content ]!
ALICE CAREY, in Harper's Magazine for June.