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Who would not be Sir Hubert for his birth and bearing fine	A
His rich sky skirted woodlands valleys flowing oil and wine	A
Sir Hubert to whose sunning all the rays of fortune shine	A
So most men praised Sir Hubert and some others warm'd with praise	B
Of Hubert noble hearted than whom none went on his ways	B
Less spoilt by splendid fortune whom no peril could amaze	B
To Ladies all save one he was the rule by which the worth	C
Of other men was reckon'd so that many a maid for dearth	C
Of such a knight to woo her love forswore and with it mirth	C
No prince could match his banquets when proud Mabel was his guest	D
And shows and sumptuous triumphs day by day his hope express'd	D
That love e'en yet might burgeon in her young unburgeon'd breast	D
Time pass'd and use for riches pass'd with hope which slowly fled	E
And want came on unheeded and report in one day spread	E
Of good Sir Hubert houseless and of Mabel richly wed	E
Forth went he from the city where she dwelt to one poor farm	F
All left of all his valleys there Sir Hubert's single arm	F
Served Hubert's wants and labour soon relieved love's rankling harm	F
Much hardship brought much easement of the melancholy freight	G
He bore within his bosom and his fancy was elate	G
And proud of Love's rash sacrifice which led to this estate	G
One friend was left a falcon famed for beauty skill and size	H
Kept from his fortune's ruin for the sake of its great eyes	H
That seem'd to him like Mabel's Of an evening he would rise	H
And wake its royal glances and reluctantly flapp'd wings	I
And looks of grave communion with his lightsome questionings	I
That broke the drowsy sameness and the sense like fear that springs	I
At night when we are conscious of our distance from the strife	J
Of cities and the memory of the spirit in all things rife	J
Endows the silence round us with a grim and ghastly life	J
His active resignation wrought in time a heartfelt peace	K
And though in noble bosoms love once lit can never cease	K
He could walk and think of Mabel and his pace would not increase	K
Who say when somewhat distanced from the heat and fiercer might	L
Love's brand burns us no longer it is out use not their sight	L
For ever and for ever we are lighted by the light	L
And ere there be extinguish'd one minutest flame love fann'd	M
The Pyramids of Egypt shall have no place in the land	M
But as a nameless portion of its ever shifting sand	M
News came at last that Mabel was a widow but with this	N
That all her dead Lord's wealth went first to her one child and his	O
So she was not for Hubert had she beckon'd him to bliss	N
For Hubert felt tho' Mabel might like him become resign'd	P
To poverty for Love's sake she might never like him find	P
That poverty is plenty peace and freedom of the mind	P
One morning while he rested from his delving spade in hand	M
He thought of her and blest her and he look'd about the land	M
And he and all he look'd at seem'd to brighten and expand	M
The wind was newly risen and the airy skies were rife	J
With fleets of sailing cloudlets and the trees were all in strife	J
Extravagantly triumphant at their newly gotten life	J
Birds wrangled in the branches with a trouble of sweet noise	Q
Even the conscious cuckoo judging wisest to rejoice	R
Shook round his cuckoo cuckoo as if careless of his voice	R
But Hubert mused and marvell'd at the glory in his breast	D
The first glow turn'd to passion and he nursed it unexpress'd	D
And glory gilding glory turn'd at last to sunny rest	D
Then again he look'd around him like an angel and behold	D
The scene was changed no cloudlets cross'd the serious blue but roll'd	D
Behind the distant hill tops gleam'd a rial hills of gold	D
The wind too was abated and the trees and birds were grown	S
As quiet as the cloud banks right above the bright sun shone	S
Down looking from the forehead of the giant sky alone	S
Then the nightingale awaken'd by the silence shot a throng	T
Of notes into the sunshine cautious first then swift and strong	T
Then he madly smote them round him till the bright air throbb'd with song	T
And suddenly stopp'd singing all amid his ecstasies	R
Myrtles rustle what sees Hubert sight is sceptic but his knees	R
Bend to the Lady Mabel as she blossoms from the trees	R
She spoke her eyes cast downwards while upon them dropp'd half way	U
Lids fairer than the bosom of an unblown lily lay	U
In faith of ancient amity Sir Hubert I this day	U
Would beg a boon and bind me your great debtor O her mouth	V
Was sweet beyond new honey or the bean perfumed South	V
And better than pomegranates to a pilgrim dumb for drouth	V
She look'd at his poor homestead at the spade beside his hand	D
And then her heart reproach'd her What inordinate demand	D
Was she come there for making Then she says in accents bland	D
Her Page and she are weary and her wish can wait she'll share	W
His noontide meal by his favour This he hastens to prepare	W
But lo the roost is empty and his humble larder bare	W
No friend has he to help him no one near of whom to claim	X
The tax and force its payment in his passion's sovereign name	X
No time to set the pitfalls for the swift and fearful game	X
Too late to fly his falcon which as if it would assist	D
Its master's trouble perches on his idly proffer'd fist	D
With busy dumb caresses treading up and down his wrist	D
But now a gleam of comfort and a shadow of dismay	U
Pass o'er the good knight's features now it seems he would essay	U
The fatness of his falcon while it flaps both wings for play	U
Now lo the ruthless lover takes it off its trusted stand	D
Grasps all its frighten'd body with his hard remorseless hand	D
Puts out its faithful life and plucks and broils it on the brand	D
In midst of this her dinner Mabel gave her wish its word	D
My wilful child Sir Hubert pines from fancy long deferr'd	D
And now he raves in fever to possess your famous bird	D
Alas he said behold it there Then nobly did she say	U
It grieves my heart Sir Hubert that I'm much too poor to pay	U
For this o'er queenly banquet I am honour'd with to day	U
But if Sir we two henceforth can converse as friends my board	D
To you shall be as open as it would were you its Lord	D
And so she bow'd and left him from his vex'd mind unrestored	D
Months pass'd and Hubert went not but lived on in his old way	U
Until to him one morning Mabel sent her Page to say	U
That should it suit his pleasure she would speak with him that day	U
Ah welcome Sir said Mabel rising courteous kind and free	Y
I hoped ere this to have had you for my guest but now I see	Y
That you are even prouder than they whisper you to be	Y
Made grave by her great beauty but not dazzled he replied	D
With every noble courtesy to her words and spoke beside	D
Such things as are permitted to bare friendship not in pride	D
Or wilful overacting of the right which often blends	R
Its sacrificial pathos bitter sweet with lover's ends	R
Or that he now remember'd her command to meet as friends	R
But having not had knowledge that the infant heir was dead	D
Whose life made it more loving to preserve his love unsaid	D
He waited calmly wondering to what mark this summons led	D
She puzzled with a strangeness by his actions disavow'd	D
Spoke further Once Sir Hubert I was thoughtless therefore proud	D
Your love on me shone sunlike I alas have been your cloud	D
And graceless quench'd the light that made me splendid I would fain	Z
Pay part of what I owe you that is if alas but then	A2
I know not Things are changed and you are not as other men	A2
She strove to give her meaning yet blush'd deeply with dismay	U
Lest he should find it Hubert fear'd she purpos'd to repay	U
His love with less than love Thought he Sin 'twas my hawk to slay	U
His eyes are dropp'd in sorrow from their worshipping but lo	B2
Upon her sable vesture they are fall'n	A2

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