For long ere now it should have been rehearsed, CLII THE PRIEST AND THE MULBERRYTREE Did you hear of the curate who mounted his mare, And merrily trotted along to the fair? Of creature more tractable none ever heard, In the height of her speed she would stop at a word; But again with a word, when the curate said, Hey, She put forth her mettle and gallop'd away. As near to the gates of the city he rode, The curate was hungry and thirsty to boot; He shrunk from the thorns, though he long'd for the fruit ; With a word he arrested his courser's keen speed, And he stood up erect on the back of his steed; On the saddle he stood while the creature stood still, And he gather'd the fruit till he took his good fill. Sure never,' he thought, 'was a creature so rare, So docile, so true, as my excellent mare; Lo, here now I stand,' and he gazed all around, 6 As safe and as steady as if on the ground; Yet how had it been, if some traveller this way, Had, dreaming no mischief, but chanced to cry, Hey?' He stood with his head in the mulberry-tree, And he spoke out aloud in his fond reverie ; At the sound of the word the good mare made a push, And down went the priest in the wild-briar bush. CLIII THE PRIDE OF YOUTH Proud Maisie is in the wood, Walking so early; Sweet Robin sits on the bush X 'Tell me, thou bonny bird, When shall I marry me?' 'When six braw gentlemen Kirkward shall carry ye. 'Who makes the bridal bed, Birdie, say truly?' 'The grey-headed sexton That delves the grave duly. 'The glow-worm o'er grave and stone Shall light thee steady; The owl from the steeple sing Welcome, proud lady.' Sir W. Scott CLIV SIR LANCELOT DU LAKE When Arthur first in court began, Then into England straight he came And were of his round table: And he had jousts and tournaments, And eke surmount the rest. |