Story and song . ice bowed he down and then withdrewClose followed by the sable crew. 33 STORY AND SONG XXVI When the setting sun was a shield of gold,We buried him down by the sounding sea; Where the murmring tide its stories toldOf the changeful tide of humanity. Fronting the billows a monument stands Which is carven deep with his name and worth The casket is here, the soul in the handsOf One who ruleth oer heaven and earth. XXVII Long were the days and full of pain —Hearts oft beating the same days were blended into weeksEre roses came to my ladys Spring began to wak
Story and song . ice bowed he down and then withdrewClose followed by the sable crew. 33 STORY AND SONG XXVI When the setting sun was a shield of gold,We buried him down by the sounding sea; Where the murmring tide its stories toldOf the changeful tide of humanity. Fronting the billows a monument stands Which is carven deep with his name and worth The casket is here, the soul in the handsOf One who ruleth oer heaven and earth. XXVII Long were the days and full of pain —Hearts oft beating the same days were blended into weeksEre roses came to my ladys Spring began to wake the bloomsAnd bade them rise from lowly tombs,And flowering shrub and trilling birdGladdened the eye and ear that heard. XXVIII Meanwhile my lady sought to teach My lips to lisp her native speech. And though the lesson hours were long They seemed as fleeting as a song. A dullard with tongue and pen Must oft repeat the task again. Sweet tasks they were, the volumes choice That waked the murmur of her voice. 34. My harp long silent now became A tongue for thoughts I dare not name. J1, !!;,.VM»l(Jl!.y.,V),,<;t\« JUT, « ?. jn y. .1 *.jmai GURTH For I a double language learnedAnd treble was the treasure searching quaint Italian booksI caught new meanings from her looks,A furtive glance, a sigh, a wordThe fondest hopes within me harp long silent now becameA tongue for thoughts I dare not name. XXIX Thus ran the year since Gurth was dead. At last my lady gently said : Thou art a nobler kind of Gurth Like one new risen from the earth: The form is Gurths, the soul thine own Bereft of all his harsher tone. Within a finer spirit reigns Washed clean of lawless crime and stains. Whilest thou hast caught a tongue from me My heart has been at school to thee. Since first I knew thou wert not Gurth Ive learned to rightly weigh thy worth; Here are my lands, my flocks and herds, My bondsmen who obey my words My castle with supreme com
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