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Rosabelle.
And the leap of a hound on the oaken floor
Rings like the tread of an armèd knight.
Rings like the tread of an armèd knight.
In the niches arched over pale figures of stone,
There are voices that mimic my bursting sighs;
And the jewels that tremble around my zone
Mock me with scorn in their flashing eyes.
There are voices that mimic my bursting sighs;
And the jewels that tremble around my zone
Mock me with scorn in their flashing eyes.
My sleek greyhound and my merlin bold
Chafe at restraining; the steed I rein
Wantonly bears on the curb of gold—
Slighting my will with a high disdain.
Chafe at restraining; the steed I rein
Wantonly bears on the curb of gold—
Slighting my will with a high disdain.
How goes the night in the fisher's cot?
Is the boat safe moored? Does the hearth shine clear?
Are they jesting together while I, forgot,
Link every thought to a falling tear?
Is the boat safe moored? Does the hearth shine clear?
Are they jesting together while I, forgot,
Link every thought to a falling tear?
If Roland is out in his fisher's bark,
My mother sings low to the child on her knee,
My father stops mending his nets to mark
How the wind with the sea-birds is skimming the sea.
My mother sings low to the child on her knee,
My father stops mending his nets to mark
How the wind with the sea-birds is skimming the sea.
