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    Lays and legends (Second Series)
    Lays and legends (Second Series)
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    Lays and legends (Second Series)

    By E. (Edith) Nesbit

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    Release dateNov 26, 2013
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      Lays and legends (Second Series) - E. (Edith) Nesbit

      The Project Gutenberg EBook of Lays and legends, by Edith Nesbit

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      Title: Lays and legends

             (Second Series)

      Author: Edith Nesbit

      Release Date: December 23, 2012 [EBook #41693]

      Language: English

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      LAYS AND LEGENDS

      (SECOND SERIES)

      BY

      E. NESBIT

      (Mrs. Hubert Bland)

      AUTHOR OF LAYS AND LEGENDS, LEAVES OF LIFE,

      ETC.

      WITH PORTRAIT

      LONDON

      LONGMANS, GREEN, AND CO.

      AND NEW YORK: 15 EAST 16th STREET

      1892

      [All Rights reserved]

      My thanks are due to the Editors and Publishers who

      have kindly allowed me to use here verses written

      for them.

      TO

      ALICE HOATSON,

      HELEN MACKLIN,

      AND

      CHARLOTTE WILSON,

      In token of indebtment.

      ABERDEEN UNIVERSITY PRESS

      BRIDAL BALLAD.

      "Come, fill me flagons full and fair

      Of red wine and of white,

      And, maidens mine, my bower prepare—

      It is my wedding night.

      "And braid my hair with jewels bright,

      And make me fair and fine—

      This is the day that brings the night

      When my desire is mine."

      They decked her bower with roses blown,

      With rushes strewed the floor,

      And sewed more jewels on her gown

      Than ever she wore before.

      She wore two roses in her face,

      Two jewels in her e'en,

      Her hair was crowned with sunset rays,

      Her brows shone white between.

      Tapers at the bed's foot, she saith,

      Two tapers at the head!

      It seemed more like the bed of death

      Than like a bridal bed.

      He came; he took her hands in his,

      He kissed her on the face;

      "There is more heaven in thy kiss

      Than in our Lady's grace".

      He kissed her once, he kissed her twice,

      He kissed her three times o'er;

      He kissed her brow, he kissed her eyes,

      He kissed her mouth's red flower.

      "O Love, what is it ails thy knight?

      I sicken and I pine;

      Is it the red wine or the white,

      Or that sweet kiss of thine?"

      "No kiss, no wine or white or red,

      Can make such sickness be,

      Lie down and die on thy bride-bed

      For I have poisoned thee.

      "And though the curse of saints and men

      Upon me for it be,

      I would it were to do again

      Since thou wert false to me.

      "Thou shouldst have loved or one or none,

      Nor she nor I loved twain,

      But we are twain thou hast undone,

      And therefore art thou slain.

      "And when before my God I stand

      With no base flesh between,

      I shall hold up this guilty hand

      And He shall judge it clean."

      He fell across the bridal bed

      Between the tapers pale:

      I first shall see our God, he said,

      "And I will tell thy tale.

      "And if God judge thee as I do,

      Then art thou justified.

      I loved thee and I was not true,

      And that was why I died.

      "If I could judge thee, thou shouldst be

      First of the saints on high;

      But ah, I fear God loveth thee

      Not half so dear as I!"

      THE GHOST.

      The year fades, as the west wind sighs,

      And droops in many-coloured ways,

      But your soft presence never dies

      From out the pathway of my days.

      The spring is where you are, but still

      You from your heaven to me can bring

      Sweet dreams and flowers enough to fill

      A thousand empty worlds with Spring.

      I walk the wet and leafless woods;

      Your shadow ever goes before

      And paints the russet solitudes

      With colours Summer never wore.

      I sit beside my lonely fire;

      The ghostly twilight brings your face

      And lights with memory and desire

      My desolated dwelling-place.

      Among my books I feel your hand

      That turns the page just past my sight,

      Sometimes behind my chair you stand

      And read the foolish rhymes I write.

      The old piano's keys I press

      In random chords until I hear

      Your voice, your rustling silken dress,

      And smell the violets that you wear.

      I do not weep now any more,

      I think I hardly even sigh;

      I would not have you think I bore

      The kind of wound of which men die.

      Believe that smooth content has grown

      Over the ghastly grave of pain—

      Content! ... O lips, that were my own,

      That I shall never kiss again!

      THE MODERN JUDAS.

      For what wilt thou sell thy Lord?

      For certain pieces of silver, since wealth buys the world's good word.

      But the world's word, how canst thou hear it, while thy brothers cry scorn on thy name?

      And how shall thy bargain content thee, when thy brothers shall clothe thee with shame?

      For what shall thy brother be sold?

      For the rosy garland of pleasure, and the coveted crown of gold.

      But thy soul will turn them to thorns, and to heaviness binding thy head,

      While women are dying of shame, and children are crying for bread.

      For what wilt thou sell thy soul?

      For the world. And what shall it profit, when thou shalt have gained the whole?

      What profit the things thou hast, if the thing thou art be so mean?

      Wilt thou fill, with the husks of having, the void of the might-have-been?

      "But, when my soul shall be gone,

      No more shall I fail to profit by all the deeds I have done!

      And wealth and the world and pleasure shall sing sweet songs in my ear

      When the stupid soul is silenced, which never would let me hear.

      "And if a void there should be

      I shall not feel it

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