Maud, Locksley hall, and other poems . ith a single rose in her hair. The lily-white doe Lord Ronald had brought Leapt up from where she lay,Dropt her head in the maidens hand, And followd her all the way. Down stept Lord Ronald from his tower : O Lady Clare, you shame 30ur worth ! Why come you drest like a village are the flower of the earth ? If I come drest like a village maid, I am but as my fortunes are :I am a beggar born, she said, And not the Lady Clare. Play me no tricks, said Lord Ronald, For I am yours in word and in deed. Play me no tricks, said Lord Ronald,Your riddle is
Maud, Locksley hall, and other poems . ith a single rose in her hair. The lily-white doe Lord Ronald had brought Leapt up from where she lay,Dropt her head in the maidens hand, And followd her all the way. Down stept Lord Ronald from his tower : O Lady Clare, you shame 30ur worth ! Why come you drest like a village are the flower of the earth ? If I come drest like a village maid, I am but as my fortunes are :I am a beggar born, she said, And not the Lady Clare. Play me no tricks, said Lord Ronald, For I am yours in word and in deed. Play me no tricks, said Lord Ronald,Your riddle is hard to read. Lady Clare. 187 O and proudly stood she up ! Her heart within her did not fail:She lookd into Lord Ronalds eyes, And told him all her nurses tale. He laughd a laugh of merry scorn :He turnd and kissd her where she stood : If you are not the heiress born,And I, said he, the next in blood — If you are not the heiress born, And I, said he, the lawful heir,We two will wed to-morrow morn, And you shall still be Lady THE CAPTAIN. A LEGEND OE THE NAVY. 9 He that only rules b}^ terror Doeth grievous as Hell I count his error. Let him hear my the Captain was : the seamen Made a gallant crew,Gallant sons of English freemen, Sailors bold and they hated his oppression. Stern he was and rash ;So for every light transgression Doomd them to the by day more harsh and cruel Seemd the Captains wrath like smotherd fuel Burnt in each mans he hoped to purchase glory, Hoped to make the nameOf his vessel great in story, Wheresoeer he they past by capes and islands, Many a under palmy highlands Far within the South. (i8 I The Captain. 189 On a day when they were going Oer the lone the north, her canvas flowing, Rose a ship of the Captains colour heightend, Joyful came his speech :But a cloudy gladness lightend In the eyes of each. Chase, he said : the ship flew fo
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