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INTERIOR OF THE WARWICK CHAPEL.
And that Ladye is her mother;
She had but that only girl;
Troubled were her life’s deep waters,
But they yielded this one pearl.
Wayward are her other children,
Haughty, with their father’s brow ;
Their life-element is battle ;
No one weeps beside her now.
Lonely in her bower at twilight,
Lonely in the festal hall,
No more amid sound or silence
Does she list one step’s light fall.
Silent is the lute whose music
Used to float those towers around ;
Never since that fatal evening
Has she borne to hear its sound.
And there comes a deeper sorrow
As she kneeleth by the dead ;
Well she knoweth what heart-sickness
Bowed that young and radiant head.
’Twas the beating heart forbidden
Love that had been love for years;
Little thought the angry warriors
Of a woman’s silent tears.
INTERIOR OF THE WARWICK CHAPEL.
And that Ladye is her mother;
She had but that only girl;
Troubled were her life’s deep waters,
But they yielded this one pearl.
Wayward are her other children,
Haughty, with their father’s brow ;
Their life-element is battle ;
No one weeps beside her now.
Lonely in her bower at twilight,
Lonely in the festal hall,
No more amid sound or silence
Does she list one step’s light fall.
Silent is the lute whose music
Used to float those towers around ;
Never since that fatal evening
Has she borne to hear its sound.
And there comes a deeper sorrow
As she kneeleth by the dead ;
Well she knoweth what heart-sickness
Bowed that young and radiant head.
’Twas the beating heart forbidden
Love that had been love for years;
Little thought the angry warriors
Of a woman’s silent tears.