Andromeda and Other Poems eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 122 pages of information about Andromeda and Other Poems.

Andromeda and Other Poems eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 122 pages of information about Andromeda and Other Poems.

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’Unless you ride Vindictive, Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorree,
Unless you ride Vindictive to-day at Coulterlee,
And land him safe across the brook, and win the blank for me,
It’s you may keep your baby, for you’ll get no keep from me.’

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‘That husbands could be cruel,’ said Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorree,
’That husbands could be cruel, I have known for seasons three;
But oh! to ride Vindictive while a baby cries for me,
And be killed across a fence at last for all the world to see!’

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She mastered young Vindictive—­Oh! the gallant lass was she,
And kept him straight and won the race as near as near could be;
But he killed her at the brook against a pollard willow-tree,
Oh! he killed her at the brook, the brute, for all the world to see,
And no one but the baby cried for poor Lorraine, Lorree.

Last poem written in illness. 
Colorado, U.S.A. 
June 1874.

MARTIN LIGHTFOOT’S SONG {346}

Come hearken, hearken, gentles all,
   Come hearken unto me,
And I’ll sing you a song of a Wood-Lyon
   Came swimming out over the sea.

He ranged west, he ranged east,
   And far and wide ranged he;
He took his bite out of every beast
   Lives under the greenwood tree.

Then by there came a silly old wolf,
   ‘And I’ll serve you,’ quoth he;
Quoth the Lyon, ’My paw is heavy enough,
   So what wilt thou do for me?’

Then by there came a cunning old fox,
   ‘And I’ll serve you,’ quoth he;
Quoth the Lyon, ’My wits are sharp enough
   So what wilt thou do for me?’

Then by there came a white, white dove,
   Flew off Our Lady’s knee;
Sang ’It’s I will be your true, true love,
   If you’ll be true to me.’

’And what will you do, you bonny white dove? 
   And what will you do for me?’
’Oh, it’s I’ll bring you to Our Lady’s love,
   In the ways of chivalrie.’

He followed the dove that Wood-Lyon
   By mere and wood and wold,
Till he is come to a perfect knight,
   Like the Paladin of old.

He ranged east, he ranged west,
   And far and wide ranged he—­
And ever the dove won him honour and fame
   In the ways of chivalrie.

Then by there came a foul old sow,
   Came rookling under the tree;
And ’It’s I will be true love to you,
   If you’ll be true to me.’

’And what wilt thou do, thou foul old sow? 
   And what wilt thou do for me?’
’Oh, there hangs in my snout a jewel of gold,
   And that will I give to thee.’

He took to the sow that Wood-Lyon;
   To the rookling sow took he;
And the dove flew up to Our Lady’s bosom;
   And never again throve he.

Footnotes: 

{211} This and the following poem were written at school in early boy-hood.

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