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Transcriber's note: The original hyphenation, spelling, and use of accented words has been retained. Italic text has been marked with _underscores_. The word Branch[)i]dæ" in the poem "Apollo and the Men of Cyme" occurs three times. The [)i] represents the letter "i" with a breve accent above it.
AUTHOR OF "LAYS AND LEGENDS," "LEAVES OF LIFE," ETC.
LONDON LONGMANS, GREEN, AND CO. AND NEW YORK: 15 EAST 16th STREET 1892
My thanks are due to the Editors and Publishers who have kindly allowed me to use here verses written for them.
"Come, fill me flagons full and fair Of red wine and of white, And, maidens mine, my bower prepare-- It is my wedding night.
"And braid my hair with jewels bright, And make me fair and fine-- This is the day that brings the night When my desire is mine."
They decked her bower with roses blown, With rushes strewed the floor, And sewed more jewels on her gown Than ever she wore before.
She wore two roses in her face, Two jewels in her e'en, Her hair was crowned with sunset rays, Her brows shone white between.
"Tapers at the bed's foot," she saith, "Two tapers at the head!" It seemed more like the bed of death Than like a bridal bed.
He came; he took her hands in his, He kissed her on the face; "There is more heaven in thy kiss Than in our Lady's grace".
He kissed her once, he kissed her twice, He kissed her three times o'er; He kissed her brow, he kissed her eyes, He kissed her mouth's red flower.
"O Love, what is it ails thy knight? I sicken and I pine; Is it the red wine or the white, Or that sweet kiss of thine?"
"No kiss, no wine or white or red, Can make such sickness be, Lie down and die on thy bride-bed For I have poisoned thee.
"And though the curse of saints and men Upon me for it be, I would it were to do again Since thou wert false to me.
"Thou shouldst have loved or one or none, Nor she nor I loved twain, But we are twain thou hast undone, And therefore art thou slain.
"And when before my God I stand With no base flesh between, I shall hold up this guilty hand And He shall judge it clean."