THE KING OF DENMARK'S RIDE Word was brought to the Danish king, (Hurry!) That the love of his heart lay suffering, And pined for the comfort his voice would bring; (Oh, ride as if you were flying!) Better he loves each golden curl On the brow of that Scandinavian girl Thirty nobles saddled with speed; (Hurry!) Each one mounted a gallant steed Which he kept for battle and days of need; (Oh, ride as though you were flying!) His nobles are beaten, one by one; (Hurry!) They have fainted, and faltered, and homeward gone; The little fair page now follows alone, For strength and for courage trying. The king looked back at that faithful child, LADY CLARE They passed the drawbridge with clattering din, Where his Rose of the Isles lay dying. The king blew a blast on his bugle-horn, No answer came, but faint and forlorn ride! Who had yearned for his voice while dying. The panting steed with a drooping crest The king returned from the chamber of rest, And that dumb companion eying, 165 The tears gushed forth, which he strove to check; To the halls where my love lay dying." Caroline Elizabeth Norton. LADY CLARE It was the time when lilies blow, I trow they did not part in scorn; "He does not love me for my birth, In there came old Alice the nurse, Said, "Who was this that went from thee? "It was my cousin," said Lady Clare, "To-morrow he weds with me." "O God be thanked!" said Alice the nurse, "Are ye out of your mind, my nurse, my nurse," Said Lady Clare, "that ye speak so wild?" "As God's above," said Alice the nurse, "I speak the truth: you are my child. "The old Earl's daughter died at my breast; 66 Falsely, falsely have ye done, O mother," she said, "if this be true, LADY CLARE To keep the best man under the sun "Nay now, my child," said Alice the nurse, "But keep the secret for your life, And all you have will be Lord Ronald's When you are man and wife." "If I'm a beggar born," she said, "I will speak out, for I dare not lie. Pull off, pull off, the broach of gold, And fling the diamond necklace by!" "Nay now, my child," said Alice the nurse, "But keep the secret all ye can." She said, "Not so: but I will know 167 "Nay now, what faith?" said Alice the nurse, "The man will cleave unto his right." "And he shall have it," the lady replied, "Though I should die to-night." "Yet give one kiss to your mother dear! 66 "Yet here's a kiss for my mother dear, And bless me, mother, ere I go." She clad herself in a russet gown, She was no longer Lady Clare ; The lily-white doe Lord Ronald had brought Down stept Lord Ronald from his tower; 66 "O Lady Clare, you shame your worth! Why come you drest like a village maid, That are the flower of the earth?" "If I come drest like a village maid, "Play me no tricks," said Lord Ronald, Oh, and proudly stood she up! Her heart within her did not fail: She looked into Lord Ronald's eyes, And told him all her nurse's tale. He laughed a laugh of merry scorn; He turned, and kissed her where she stood; |