Rosabelle.
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"You may wander all day with a page at your rein,
Greyhounds to follow, and hawks for your wrist,
East and west, through your lord's domain,
Whither you list.
Greyhounds to follow, and hawks for your wrist,
East and west, through your lord's domain,
Whither you list.
"When you ride through the town in the even light,
Pacing your steed 'neath the elms tall and shady,
Each village girl all the summer night
Dreams she's a lady."
Pacing your steed 'neath the elms tall and shady,
Each village girl all the summer night
Dreams she's a lady."
"Would I were hearing the evening hymn
My mother sings to the babe on her knee,
Or floating by dawn o'er the waters dim
Roland, my brother, alone with thee!
My mother sings to the babe on her knee,
Or floating by dawn o'er the waters dim
Roland, my brother, alone with thee!
My step is faint in your bannered halls,
Where the bright armour flashes, the windows high—
Slit through the rock of the massive walls—
Frame in a strip of the fair blue sky.
Where the bright armour flashes, the windows high—
Slit through the rock of the massive walls—
Frame in a strip of the fair blue sky.
By the long lance windows, the deep arched door
Shadows stand fighting the golden light,
Shadows stand fighting the golden light,
