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VIII. “Then, ay, then-he shall kneel lowWith the red-roan steed anear him,
Which shall seem to understand
Till I answer, ‘Rise and go!
Whom I gift with heart and hand.'
IX. “ Then he will arise so pale, I shall feel my own lips tremble
With a yes I must not sayNathless, maiden-brave, ‘Farewell,' I will utter, and dissemble
* Light to-morrow, with to-day.'
X. “Then he will ride through the hills, To the wide world past the river,
There to put away all wrong;
To make straight distorted wills, And to empty the broad quiver
Which the wicked bear along.
XI. “ Three times shall a young foot-page Swim the stream, and climb the mountain,
And kneel down beside my feet
"Lo! my master sends this gage, Lady, for thy pity's counting!
What wilt thou exchange for it?'
XII. “And the first time, I will send A white rose-bud for a guerdon,
And the second time, a glove;
But the third time-I may bend From my pride, and answer—Pardon
If he comes to take my love.'
XIII. “Then the young foot-page will run — Then my lover will ride faster,
Till he kneeleth at my knee; *I am a duke's eldest son! Thousand serfs do call me master
But, O Love, I love but thee !"
XIV. “He will kiss me on the mouth Then, and lead me as a lover . Through the crowds that praise his deeds;
And, when soul-tied by one troth, Unto him I will discover
That swan's nest among the reeds.”
Little Ellie, with her smile Not yet ended, rose up gaily;
Tied the bonnet, donned the shoe,
And went homeward, round a mile, Just to see, as she did daily,
What more eggs were with the two.
Where the osier pathway leads —
Past the boughs she stoops—and stops:
And a rat had gnawed the reeds.
Ellie went home sad and slow,
With his red-roan steed of steeds,
Sooth I know not! but I know
That swan's nest among the reeds !
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING.
EFTSOONS they heard a most melodious sound,
Was there consorted in one harmony;
The joyous birds, shrouded in cheerful shade,
SPENSER. —[From "The Faerie Queen.”]
A Pastoral Evening.
SHEPHERDS all, and maidens fair,
Of these pastures, where they come,
WHERE the remote Bermudas ride,