“Ichot a burde in a bour ase beryl so bryht
As saphyr in selver, semly on syht
He is a faucon in friht, dernest in dale,
Ant with everuch a gome, gladest in gale”*
-Harley MS 2253, Vol. 2 Art. 28
I thought that her name must mean Astral or Esther
Falling into her orbit as soon as I met her
For she was as fair as the myrtle in summer
And appeared in my dreams as a flame burning silver
A lady-knight seemingly worthy of Spenser
“Of amiable grace and of manly tenor”
That wondering way that she laughed when I kissed her!
I sang with a joy that could echo forever
Her lips were as soft as the lapping of water
Where Woolwich’s wharves disappear in the river
Silent and strange and defiantly tender
I glorified God who had brought us each other
For I was a sparrow a seedling an ember
And she was a falcon a flower a fire
But now only memory holds us together
And each day subtracts from what I can remember
As saphyr in selver, semly on syht
He is a faucon in friht, dernest in dale,
Ant with everuch a gome, gladest in gale”*
-Harley MS 2253, Vol. 2 Art. 28
I thought that her name must mean Astral or Esther
Falling into her orbit as soon as I met her
For she was as fair as the myrtle in summer
And appeared in my dreams as a flame burning silver
A lady-knight seemingly worthy of Spenser
“Of amiable grace and of manly tenor”
That wondering way that she laughed when I kissed her!
I sang with a joy that could echo forever
Her lips were as soft as the lapping of water
Where Woolwich’s wharves disappear in the river
Silent and strange and defiantly tender
I glorified God who had brought us each other
For I was a sparrow a seedling an ember
And she was a falcon a flower a fire
But now only memory holds us together
And each day subtracts from what I can remember
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*I know a lady in a bower as bright as beryl,
As sapphire in silver, lovely to see
She's a falcon in forest, most hidden in valley,
She's a falcon in forest, most hidden in valley,
And among everyone, most glad in merriment.
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