YE WEARIE WAYFARER 



He turned in his saddle and glanced around ; 



I remember — but little more, 

 Save a bird's-eye gleam of the dashing stream, 



A jarring thud on the wall, 

 A shock and the blank of a nightmare's 

 dream — 



I was down with a stunning fall. 



Fytte III 

 ZU DER EDLEN YAGD 



A TREATISE ON TREES VINE-TREE V. SADDLE-TREE 



"Now, welcome, welcome, masters mine, 

 Thrice welcome to the noble chase, 

 Nor earthly sport, nor sport divine, 

 Can take such honourable place." — 



Ballad of the Wild Htititsinan {free translation). 



I remember some words my father said, 



When I was an urchin vain ; — 

 God rest his soul, in his narrow bed 



These ten long years he hath lain. 

 When I think one drop of the blood he bore 



This faint heart surely must hold, 

 It may be my fancy and nothing more. 



But the faint heart seemeth bold. 



He said, that as from the blood of grape. 

 Or from juice distilled from the grain, 



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