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"Έρως άει λάληδρος έταιρος.
In many ways doth the full heart reveal
ALICE DU CLOS:
OR THE FORKED TONGUE.
“ One word with two meanings is the traitor's shield and shaft: and a slit tongue be bis blazon !"
• The Sun is not yet risen,
Your buskins and your quiver ;
Long waiting brook'd he never.
To wed you on a day,
And you his lady gay.
I would not that my Lord should chide.”
Thus spake Sir Hugh the vassal knight
To Alice, child of old Du Clos,
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;
The lattice of her bower-
As if in prideful scorn
To brave th' advancing morn.
0! Alice could read passing well,
And she was conning then Dan Ovid's mazy tale of loves,
And gods, and beasts, and men.
The vassal's speech, his taunting vein,
Yet never from the book
The knight a single look.
Off, traitor friend ! how dar'st thou fix
Thy wanton gaze on me?
And why, against my earnest suit,
Does Julian send by thee?
“ Go, tell thy Lord, that slow is sure:
Fair speed his shafts to-day! I follow here a stronger lure,
And chase a gentler prey.”
She said : and with a baleful smile
The vassal knight reel’d off — Like a huge billow from a bark
Toil'd in the deep sea-trough,
Is travers’d by a flash.
With dull and distant crash.
And Alice sate with troubled mien
And thro' her veins did shiver !
Her buskins and her quiver.
There stands the flow’ring may-thorn tree ! From thro' the veiling mist you see
The black and shadowy stem; Smit by the sun the mist in glee Dissolves to lightsome jewelry
Each blossom hath its gem!