Once a week . in merry Troy town, He and his lady gay. The lady (Enone sate in her bower,Nursing her sorrow and teen ; Ivy and briony twined her round,And vine-leaves nodded between. All pale and wan was that lone lady,And thrice she deeply sighed : Tis long, tis long for a knight to beAway from his own true bride. But here yestreen came the wild woman,5 That redeth things to come,And up the mountain-side she ran, And away from her Trojan home. * Cassandra. ; She spake me words so keen, so keen,And shriekd one deadly shriek :And now I know the town belowWill fall by hand of Greek. ;c And they
Once a week . in merry Troy town, He and his lady gay. The lady (Enone sate in her bower,Nursing her sorrow and teen ; Ivy and briony twined her round,And vine-leaves nodded between. All pale and wan was that lone lady,And thrice she deeply sighed : Tis long, tis long for a knight to beAway from his own true bride. But here yestreen came the wild woman,5 That redeth things to come,And up the mountain-side she ran, And away from her Trojan home. * Cassandra. ; She spake me words so keen, so keen,And shriekd one deadly shriek :And now I know the town belowWill fall by hand of Greek. ;c And they will slay my traitor lord, Their hands in his blood they will wet:Now, by my fay, said the lone lady, Ill save my shepherd yet. With that she clapt her lily-white hands, Her lily-white hands clapt she,And to her came running her sweet youn«son, The boy was fair to see. All men might tell that scannd him well He came of a royal race,—By the eyes below his forehead of snow, And the light of his god-like Twice seven summers on Ida hill,And all with his lone lone mother ; And all with the goats and painted pards,For a sister and for a brother. Now hie thee, hie thee, my winsome lad, And tell your traitor sire,The Greek will take Troy town so gay, And burn it in the fire. ; The wild woman she redd it to me,In sooth as I you say :And yet there are days but two and threeAnd the Greek will have his way. [ But tell him the wild wood twinkles green,And waves the tall fir-tree ;And the hills might keep a shepherd, I ween,That have long kept thee and me, my son,That have long kept thee and me. Lady Helen she lookd from a window down,Her face shone clear as the light : Now who comes walking thro merry Troy town,A boy full fair to the sight. lt All men may see by his bearing freeHe comes of a royal race,—By the eyes below his forehead of snow,And the charm of his god-like face. : 0 lady, I come from Ida hill,In sooth as I you say ;And I would speak with Lord Paris :Fair lady, say
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