A LEGEND OF BRITTANY. PART FIRST. I. FAIR as a summer dream was Margaret, Such dream as in a poet's soul might start, Musing of old loves while the moon doth set : Her hair was not more sunny than her heart, Though like a natural golden coronet It circled her dear head with careless art, Mocking the sunshine, that would fain have lent To its frank grace a richer ornament. II. His loved-one's eyes could poet ever speak, III. She dwelt for ever in a region bright, Peopled with living fancies of her own, Where nought could come but visions of delight, Far, far aloof from earth's eternal moan: A summer cloud thrilled through with rosy light, Her spirit wandered by itself, and won IV. The heart grows richer that its lot is poor,- And makes the cot a palace with his eyes;- And grew in gentleness and patience wise, For she was but a simple herdsman's child, A lily chance-sown in the rugged wild. V. There was no beauty of the wood or field any but to her would freely yield Some grace that in her soul took root and grew : Nature to her glowed ever new-revealed, All rosy-fresh with innocent morning dew, And looked into her heart with dim, sweet eyes That left it full of sylvan memories. |