The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1877-12-31

Husband dear.
Then bid them bride my steed, dost hear,
Dame Marguerite?
For fish this morning by stream and meer,
Thou shall sup on Dream and suage thy fear,
Fair Marguerite.
As huitAfssl ssls asd a lady true.
She did as her stern lord babe her do.
Gate rose; bridge fell, and bngEe blurred,
dad forth her lord Nth hi. fotIowers Jared.
A the Bariizan window,
MarsSerite- Page.
Oil look abroad Ger moor and mead.
Little Page:
And what thou seest straitly heed,
And unto me rightly the vision rede,
Little Page.
Obi there is the valley and singing river,
Lady dear.
And the hill with the wood on its back like CULVER;
And the pond where the abeles sigh and SILVER,
Lady dear.
And q dove as white al the snow of Yule,
Lady dear.
Which seeth not, while she maketh dule,
The hawk az he cleaveth the ether COOL.
Lady dear.
Obi look again Ger field and fell,
winsome Page,
Where the down Is lost in the dew-dank dell,
And what thou sssst me truly tell.
winsome Page,
osi yes, see garden of roses,
Lady mine.
Which the opening gate of the east discloses,
And where the morn like god reposes.
Lady mine,
Obi againi again. turn thine even there.
Silly Page.
And say II thou seest anywhere
Ny lords black plume, and prlthee be yare,
Silly Page.
Oh, yes, Zee my masters plume,
Lady dear,
And his long black shadow qusncheth bloom,
Whether 1t faiisth on braird or broom,
Lady dear.
And he seemeth like one who telleth his beads,
Going wherever the spirit leads,
Hithsr and thither; or stops; or speeds,
Fair lady mine.
TIE 6artisan-lattice abe closed and sloso,
Trouble todn. doUa the stair did go
Into her garden, soul az Iair
The Garden Bower,
@@'yacfttc~uutttt0tWes
Obi rouse thy slumberous cittern, I pray.
Troubadour;
That Its breath may quicken again If it may
MY heart which seemeth clod Of clay.
Troubadour.
ShaillI sing to thee song Of battle,
Lady fair?
Where brands on helm and harness rattle,
And dying mon like children prattle,
Tod
Nay, thou shall not Of battle sing,
Brave Guilliaume;
Where swords like serpents hiss and sting,
And all deaths horrors are awning,
Brave Guillisume.
Then shall OF courts and courtiers pirate,
Lady fair?
OF purified danes who smile while hate
Meath the sheen Of their smile like asp doth watt
Lady fair.
Oh, OF palace and pageant sing me never,
Troubadour:
OF hearts where groweth no pearl Of endeavor,
Though chafeth truth therein forever,
Then will I find thee a lay of rest.
Lady dear;
OF iove--whch lureth to pastures blest
Yet, aht which never guerdoneth quest,
For when we ioiter ,:lol tits, here,
Lady dear;
Fluttering asudden from some sweet sphere,
Like this my song, LA dous cons ire,"
Lady dear.
singi singi for my heart for love doth pine.
Kind Guilliaume:
As this passion-fower on its eager vine
For the Joyous kissot the warm sunshine.
Kind Guiiaume.
And he sang a. his lady babe him sing,
A madrigal
Born Of the sights and scents Of spring.
While shadow crept like fearsome thing
Along the walls
And an unseen presence coiled them round
St!Wtng snnshtne and sceHt and sound;
.And though as q lily her soul sods tohitc,
Forth from the garden she fed ~ alright
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BsnqGes Hail.
Marguerite-Rdymend.
The tapers are Htten, the feast is set,
Husband dear;
The fsgons are filled with the VINE, and, yet,
Thou dost not to the table get,
Husband dear.
The hounds they whimper at the door,
Husband dear;
And the tired gallants pace the ante-room floor,
While their citterns, thrum the Ministries poor.
Husband dear.
Truei Tract the chase was musng upon,
Marguerite;
And the stag we slew: but Of that anon;
Let as down to the feast, aud let JOY be won.
Marguerite,
Loi why at the board do not behold,
Husband dear;
Guliaume OF Cabestaing. gentle and bold,
Ny troubadour with the locks Of gold,
Husband dear?
Hs, ha! visit not where he may hnger,
Dainty wife;
Mavhap aweary sleepeth thy singer,
Or foloweth The beck of some psramour's finger,
Dainty wife
Lord Raymond.
For faithful friend and loyal lover
To thee and me Is Guilliaume and no rover,
Lord Raymond
Tut! thou eitssons shalt his face behold,
But cat this morsel ERE 1t grow cold,
And say II It cometh from water or void,
Dainty wife.
Gramereyi Whatsoever 1t be,
Husband dear;
Flesh from forest, or fish from sea
lis . Wand good and savory,
Husband dear.
Hot the head Of the beast to my lady bear;
Look Marg'rite.
Ali why dost thou sshen grow with fear,
When thou seest the face OF thy lover dear.
Fond Mara'rite.
Thou hast eaten his heart 50 savory,
Marguerite.
Dulcstly cooked by my hand for thee,
Ny dainty wife and sanity ladye,
Marguerite.
Ahi hell holdeth uone 80 cruel, weet.
AS thou Raymond;
But sithence have fed on such gosdly meat,
No other at all will ever eat,
Lord Raymond.
Swift his sword from It's scabbard he drew,
Fierce Raymond!
To the bAttlements swift of foot she flew;
Black was the night and no star. in view,
Fierce Raymond
No star; no moon; no hope; alone;
Cursed Raymond
Black was the night, and the way unknown,
But into the darkness she leaped and was gone,
Lost Raymond!
Marguerite and her troubadour;