THE RHYME OF JOYOUS GUARD 



With her through the Lyonessc I rode, 



Till the -woods with the noontide fervour glow'd, 



And there for a spxc<f wc haited. 

 Where the intertwining braachei made 

 Cool carpets of olive tinted ihade. 

 And the floor* with freiwork of flame inlaid 



From leafy lattices vaulted. 



