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ON Dinan's walls the morning sunlight plays	A
Gilds the stern fortress with a crown of rays	A
Shines on the children's heads that troop to school	B
Turns into beryl brown the forest pool	B
Sends diamond sparkles over gushing springs	C
And showers down glory on the simplest things	C
And many a young seigneur and damsel bold	D
See with delight those beams of reddening gold	D
For they are bid to join the hunt to day	E
By Claud Marot the lord of La Garaye	F
And merry is it in his spacious halls	G
Cheerful the host whatever sport befalls	G
Cheerful and courteous full of manly grace	H
His heart's frank welcome written in his face	H
So eager that his pleasure never cloys	H
But glad to share whatever he enjoys	H
Rich liberal gaily dressed of noble mien	I
Clear eyes full curving mouth and brow serene	I
Master of speech in many a foreign tongue	J
And famed for feats of arms although so young	J
Dexterous in fencing skilled in horsemanship	K
His voice and hand preferred to spur or whip	K
Quick at a jest and smiling repartee	L
With a sweet laugh that sounded frank and free	L
But holding Satire an accurs d thing	M
A poisoned javelin or a serpent's sting	M
Pitiful to the poor of courage high	N
A soul that could all turns of fate defy	N
Gentle to women reverent to old age	O
What more young Claud could men's esteem engage	O
What more be given to bless thine earthy state	P
Save Love which still must crown the happiest fate	P
Love therefore came That sunbeam lit his life	Q
And where he wooed he won a gentle wife	Q
Born like himself of lineage brave and good	R
And like himself of warm and eager mood	S
Glad to share gladness pleasure to impart	T
With dancing spirits and a tender heart	T
Pleased too to share the manlier sports which made	U
The joy of his young hours No more afraid	U
Of danger than the seabird used to soar	V
From the high rocks above the ocean's roar	V
Which dips its slant wing in the wave's white crest	W
And deems the foamy undulations rest	W
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Nor think the feminine beauty of her soul	X
Tarnished by yielding to such joy's control	X
Nor that the form which like a flexile reed	Y
Swayed with the movements of her bounding steed	Y
Took from those graceful hours a rougher force	H
Or left her nature masculine and coarse	H
She was not bold from boldness but from love	Z
Bold from gay frolic glad with him to rove	A2
In danger or in safety weal or woe	B2
And where he ventured still she yearned to go	B2
Bold with the courage of his bolder life	Q
At home a tender and submissive wife	Q
Abroad a woman modest ay and proud	C2
Not seeking homage from the casual crowd	C2
She remained pure that darling of his sight	D2
In spite of boyish feats and rash delight	D2
Still the eyes fell before an insolent look	E2
Or flashed their bright and innocent rebuke	F2
Still the cheek kept its delicate youthful bloom	G2
And the blush reddened through the snow white plume	G2
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He that had seen her with her courage high	N
First in the chase where all dashed rapid by	N
He that had watched her bright impetuous look	E2
When she prepared to leap the silver brook	E2
Fair in her Springtime as a branch of May	E
Had felt the dull sneer feebly die away	E
And unused kindly smiles upon his cold lips play	E
	-
God made all pleasure innocent but man	H2
Turns them to shame since first our earth began	H2
To shudder 'neath the stroke of delving tools	H
When Eve and Adam lost poor tempted fools	H
The sweet safe shelter of their Eden bowers	H
Its easy wealth of sun ripe fruits and flowers	H
For some forbidden zest that was not given	I2
Some riotous hope to make a mimic heaven	I2
And sank from being wingless angels low	B2
Into the depths of mean and abject woe	B2
	-
Why should the sweet elastic sense of joy	J2
Presage a fault Why should the pleasure cloy	J2
Or turn to blame which Heaven itself inspires	H
Who gave us health and strength and all desires	H
The children play and sin not let the young	J
Still carol songs as others too have sung	J
Still urge the fiery courser o'er the plain	K2
Proud of his glossy sides and flowing mane	K2
Still when they meet in careless hours of mirth	L2
Laugh as if Sorrow were unknown to earth	L2
Prattling sweet nothings which like buds of flowers	H
May turn to earnest thoughts and vigilant hours	H
What boys can suffer and weak women dare	M2
Let Indian and Crimean wastes declare	M2
Perchance in that gay group of laughers stand	N2
Guides and defenders for our native land	N2
Folly it is to see a wit in woe	B2
And hold youth sinful for the spirits' flow	B2
As thro' the meadow lands clear rivers run	I2
Blue in the shadow silver in the sun	I2
Till rolling by some pestilential source	H
Some factory work whose wheels with horrid force	H
Strike the pure waters with their dripping beams	H
Send poison gushing to the crystal streams	H
And leave the innocent things to whom God gave	O2
A natural home in that translucent wave	O2
Gasping strange death and floating down to show	B2
The evil working in the depths below	B2
So man can poison pleasure at its source	H
Clog the swift sparkle of its rapid course	H
Mix muddy morbid thoughts in vicious strife	Q
Till to the surface floats the death of life	Q
But not the less the stream itself was pure	P2
And not the less may blameless joy endure	P2
	-
Careless but not impure the joyous days	H
Passed in a rapturous whirl a giddy maze	H
Where the young Count and lovely Countess drew	Q2
A new delight from every pleasure new	Q2
They woke to gladness as the morning broke	R2
Their very voices kept whene'er they spoke	R2
A ring of joy a harmony of life	Q
That made you bless the husband and the wife	Q
And every day the careless festal throng	S2
And every night the dance and feast and song	S2
Shared with young boon companions marked the time	T2
As with a carillon's exulting chime	T2
Where those two entered gloom passed out of sight	D2
Chased by the glow of their intense delight	D2
	-
So till the day when over Dinan's walls	H
The Autumn sunshine of my story falls	H
And the guests bidden gather for the chase	H
And the smile brightens on the lovely face	H
That greets them in succession as they come	U2
Into that high and hospitable home	V2
	-
Like a sweet picture doth the Lady stand	N2
Still blushing as she bows one tiny hand	N2
Hid by a pearl embroidered gauntlet holds	H
Her whip and her long robe's exuberant folds	H
The other hand is bare and from her eyes	H
Shades now and then the sun or softly lies	H
With a caressing touch upon the neck	W2
Of the dear glossy steed she loves to deck	W2
With saddle housings worked in golden thread	X2
And golden bands upon his noble head	X2
White is the little hand whose taper fingers	H
Smooth his fine coat and still the lady lingers	H
Leaning against his side nor lifts her head	X2
But gently turns as gathering footsteps tread	X2
Reminding you of doves with shifting throats	H
Brooding in sunshine by their sheltering cotes	H
Under her plum d hat her wealth of curls	H
Falls down in golden links among her pearls	H
And the rich purple of her velvet vest	W
Slims the young waist and rounds the graceful breast	W
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So till the latest joins the happy Meet	Y2
Then springs she gladly to her eager feet	Y2
And while the white hand from her courser's side	Z2
Slips like a snow flake stands prepared to ride	Z2
Then lightly vaulting to her seat she seems	H
Queen of some fair procession seen in dreams	H
Queen of herself and of the world sweet Queen	I
Her crown the plume above her brow serene	I
Her jewelled whip a sceptre and her dress	H
The regal mantle worn by loveliness	H
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And well she wears such mantle swift the horse	H
But firm her seat throughout the rapid course	H
No rash unsteadiness no shifting pose	H
Disturbs that line of beauty as she goes	H
She wears her robe as some fair sloop her sails	H
Which swell and flutter to the rising gales	H
But never from the cordage taut and trim	A3
Slacken or swerve away The evening dim	A3
Sees her return unwearied and unbent	Z2
The fair folds falling smooth as when she went	Z2
The little foot no clasping buckle k	E

Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

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