Poems By The Way & Love Is Enough (William Morris Library) by William Morris

Author:William Morris [Morris, William]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: ebook, novel, book, bestseller, top10, interactive media, urban romantics
Publisher: Sovereign Classic
Published: 2019-09-22T00:00:00+00:00

And “O thou fairest one!” he cried:

And forth he ran that Queen to meet,

And fell before her gold-clad feet.

About his neck her arms she cast,

And into the fair-built house they passed.

And under the bramble-bushes lay

Unholpen, Goldilocks the may.

Thenceforth a while of time there wore,

And Goldilocks came forth no more.

Throughout that house he wandered wide,

Both up and down, from side to side.

But never he saw an evil crone,

But a full fair Queen on a golden throne.

Never a barefoot maid did he see,

But a gay and gallant company.

He sat upon the golden throne,

And beside him sat the Queen alone.

Kind she was, as she loved him well,

And many a merry tale did tell.

But nought he laughed, nor spake again,

For all his life was waste and vain.

Cold was his heart, and all afraid

To think on Goldilocks the Maid.

Withal now was the wedding dight

When he should wed that lady bright.

The night was gone, and the day was up

When they should drink the bridal cup.

And he sat at the board beside the Queen,

Amidst of a guest-folk well beseen.

But scarce was midmorn on the hall,

When down did the mirk of midnight fall.

Then up and down from the board they ran,

And man laid angry hand on man.

There was the cry, and the laughter shrill,

And every manner word of ill.

Whoso of men had hearkened it,

Had deemed he had woke up over the Pit.

Then spake the Queen o’er all the crowd,

And grim was her speech, and harsh, and loud:

“Hold now your peace, ye routing swine,

While I sit with mine own love over the wine!

For this dusk is the very deed of a foe,

Or under the sun no man I know.”

And hard she spake, and loud she cried

Till the noise of the bickering guests had died.

Then again she spake amidst of the mirk,

In a voice like an unoiled wheel at work:

“Whoso would have a goodly gift,

Let him bring aback the sun to the lift.

Let him bring aback the light and the day,

And rich and in peace he shall go his way.”

Out spake a voice was clean and clear:

“Lo, I am she to dight your gear;

But I for the deed a gift shall gain,

To sit by Goldilocks the Swain.

I shall sit at the board by the bridegroom’s side,

And be betwixt him and the bride.

I shall eat of his dish, and drink of his cup,

Until for the bride-bed ye rise up.”

Then was the Queen’s word wailing-wild:

“E’en so must it be, thou Angel’s child.

Thou shalt sit by my groom till the dawn of night,

And then shalt thou wend thy ways aright.”

Said the voice, “Yet shalt thou swear an oath

That free I shall go though ye be loth.”

“How shall I swear?” the false Queen spake:

“Wherewith the sure oath shall I make?”

“Thou shalt swear by the one eye left in thine head,

And the throng of the ghosts of the evil dead.”

She swore the oath, and then she spake:

“Now let the second dawn awake.”

And e’en therewith the thing was done;

There was peace in the hall, and the light of the sun.

And again the Queen was calm and fair,

And courteous sat the guest-folk there.

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