Poems by the Way & Love Is Enough

Poems by the Way & Love Is Enough

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Excerpt: ...so evilly arrayed. No shoes upon her feet she had, And scantly were her shoulders clad; Through her brown kirtle's rents full wide Shone out the sleekness of her side. An old scrip hung about her neck, Nought of her raiment did she reck. No shame of all her rents had she; She gazed upon him eagerly. She leaned across the grassy space And put her hands about his face. She said: "O hunger-pale art thou, Yet shalt thou eat though I hunger now." She took him apples from her scrip, She kissed him, cheek and chin and lip. She took him cakes of woodland bread: "Whiles am I hunger-pinched," she said. She had a gourd and a pilgrim shell; She took him water from the well. She stroked his breast and his scarlet gear; She spake, "How brave thou art and dear!" Her arms about him did she wind; He felt her body dear and kind. "O love," she said, "now two are one, And whither hence shall we be gone?" "Shall we fare further than this wood," Quoth he, "I deem it dear and good?" She shook her head, and laughed, and spake; "Rise up! For thee, not me, I quake. Had she been minded me to slay Sure she had done it ere to-day. But thou: this hour the crone shall know That thou art come, her very foe. No minute more on tidings wait, Lest e'en this minute be too late." She led him from the sunlit green, Going sweet-stately as a queen. There in the dusky wood, and dim, As forth they went, she spake to him: "Fair man, few people have I seen Amidst this world of woodland green: But I would have thee tell me now If there be many such as thou." "Betwixt the mountains and the sea, O Sweet, be many such," said he. Athwart the glimmering air and dim With wistful eyes she looked on him. "But ne'er an one so shapely made Mine eyes have looked upon," she said. He kissed her face, and cried in mirth: "Where hast thou dwelt then on the earth?" "Ever," she said, "I dwell alone With a hard-handed cruel crone. And of this crone am I the thrall To serve her still in bower and hall; And fetch...show more

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  • Paperback | 78 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 4mm | 154g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • Illustrations, black and white
  • 1236726464
  • 9781236726469