Embers Part 9

Fair be the garden where their loves may dwell, Safe be the highway where their feet may go; Rich be the meadows where their hands may toil, The fountains many where the good wines flow; Full be their harvest bins with corn and oil, And quick their hearts all wise delights to know; To sorrow may their humour be a foil, Tardy their footsteps to the gate Farewell.

Deep be your cups. Our hearts the G.o.ds make light: Drink, that their joy may never know good-night!

THE TRIBUTE OF KING HATH

Oh, bring to me a cup of gold, And bring a platter fair, And summon forth my Captain old, Who keeps the royal stair.

And fetch a stoup of that rare wine That hailed my father's fame; And bear some white bread from the shrine Built to my mother's name.

Then, good my gentlemen, bring down My robe of soft samite; And let the royal horn be blown, For we ride far to-night.

Within the pleasant Vale of Loe Beside the Sea of Var, The Daughter of our ancient foe Dwells where her people are.

Tribute her fathers paid to mine-- Young prince to elder crown; But for a jest 'twixt bread and wine, They struck our banner down.

And we had foes from Blymar Hills, From Gathan and Dagost, And pirates from Bagol that spills Its refuse on our coast.

And we were girded South and North; And there beyond the Var, They drove our goodly fighters forth, And dimmed our ancient star.

Now they have pa.s.sed us, home for home, And matched us town for town; Their daughters to our sons now come-- Our feud it weareth down.

Between their cups, the hill-men cry, "The Lady of the Loe!"

The sea-kings swing their flags peak-high Where'er her galleons go.

Once when the forge of battle sang 'Tween Varan and Thogeel; And when ten thousand stirrups rang 'Twixt girth and b.l.o.o.d.y heel,

I saw her ride 'mid mirk and fire, Unfearing din and death, Her eyes upflaming like a pyre, Her fearless smile beneath.

Nor'land 'gainst Southland then she drove, A million serfs to free; The reeking shuttle lifeward wove, Through death from land to sea.

And perched upon the Hill of Zoom, My gentlemen beside, I saw the weft shake in the loom, The revel blazon wide,

Until a thousand companies-- Serf-lords from out Thogeel Their broadswords brake across their knees, Good captives to her steel.

And then I sware by name and crown, And by the Holy Ghost, When Peace should ride with pennon blown, From Gathan to Dagost,

Unto her kingdom I should get, And come not back again, Until a queen's hand I had set Upon my bridle rein.

Our ships now nestle at Her coast, Her corn our garner fills; And all is quiet at Dagost, And on the Blymar Hills.

And I will do a deed to bind An ancient love once more; My gentlemen shall ride behind, My Captain on before;

And we will journey forth to-night Towards the Sea of Var, Until the vale shall come in sight, Where Her great cities are.

And to the Daughter of that land, Which once was kin to mine, My Captain, he shall bear in hand This sacred bread and wine.

And he shall show her soft and fair This peace-spread sacrament: Her banner it shall ride the air Upon my Captain's tent.

And if the wine to lip she raise, With morsel of my bread; Then as we loved in ancient days, These lands of ours shall wed.

But mine the tribute. I will bring My homage to her door, My gentlemen behind their king, My Captain on before.

And we aslant will set our spears, Our good swords dipping free; And we will ravel back the years For love of her and me.

And I will prove my faith in this As never king was proved-- For kings may fight for what they kiss, And die for what they loved!

But I will bring my court afar, My throne to hers shall go; And I will reign beside the Var, And in the Vale of Loe.

The younger kingdom, it shall be The keeper of my crown; And she, my queen, shall reign with me Within her own good town.

And men shall speak me kind, shall tell Her graces day and night So bring my steed that serves me well, My robe of soft samite,

And bring me here the cup of gold, And bring the platter fair, And summon me my Captain old, That keeps the royal stair.

For well know I the way I go; I follow but my star: My home is in the Vale of Loe, And by the Sea of Var.

THERE IS AN ORCHARD

There is an orchard beyond the sea, And high is the orchard wall; And ripe is the fruit in the orchard tree-- Oh, my love is fair and tall!

There is an orchard beyond the sea, And joy to its haven hies; And a white hand opens its gate to me-- Oh, deep are my true love's eyes!

There is an orchard beyond the sea, Its flowers the brown bee sips; But the stateliest flower is all for me-- Oh, sweet are my true love's lips!

There is an orchard beyond the sea, Where the soft delights do roam; To the Great Delight I have bent my knee-- Oh, good is my true love's home!

There is an orchard beyond the sea, With a nest where the linnets hide; Oh, warm is the nest that is built for me-- In my true love's heart I bide!

HEART OF THE WORLD

Heart of the World give heed, Tongues of the World be still!

The richest grapes of the vine shall bleed Till the greeting-cup shall spill; The kine shall pause in the pleasant mead, The eagle upon the hill-- Heart of the World give heed!