St Nicholas [serial] . j)jme of t|M» t(x> ?/Mo w/.; «... *;.,» «j«^*5 ^ By Elsie ]REEP closer, closer, littlebrown fawn,The quivering fern be-tween !The King and all his gentlemenAre clad in hunting-green. Cruelly cries the clanging horn,While yet the danni is gray —The Ki?ig and all his gentlemenRide forth to hunt to-day . Hard at his heels, behind him there,Brave Herluin rode, and bold Guilbert,Robert the Flame-brand, and Taillefer. Laughing and jesting, swept the train,With jingle of stirrup and bridle-rein,Tinkle of hawk-bell and tercel-chain. Blind was the trail they had chanced
St Nicholas [serial] . j)jme of t|M» t(x> ?/Mo w/.; «... *;.,» «j«^*5 ^ By Elsie ]REEP closer, closer, littlebrown fawn,The quivering fern be-tween !The King and all his gentlemenAre clad in hunting-green. Cruelly cries the clanging horn,While yet the danni is gray —The Ki?ig and all his gentlemenRide forth to hunt to-day . Hard at his heels, behind him there,Brave Herluin rode, and bold Guilbert,Robert the Flame-brand, and Taillefer. Laughing and jesting, swept the train,With jingle of stirrup and bridle-rein,Tinkle of hawk-bell and tercel-chain. Blind was the trail they had chanced upon;No glimmer of sun through the thick leaves shone;And their hearts grew chill as they galloped on. Through the wild New Forest, at break of morn, For beware, quoth one, what mischiefs dwell By paths untrodden and ways unworn, In lonely dingle and haunted dell, Went William of England, Norman-born. Since the Saxon witch cast her evil spell: 276 RHYME OF THE KING AND THE ROSE. 277 Who knoweth, she said, no pitying grace,Shall find this wood an enchanted place,Fatal to him and to a
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