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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360564" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dennis Shand</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE shadows fall along the wall, <br>It's night at Haye-la-Serre; <br>The maidens weave since day grew eve, <br>The lady's in her chair. <br>O passing slow the long hours go <br>With time to think and sigh, <br>When weary maidens weave beneath <br>A listless lady's eye. <br>It's two days that Earl Simon's gone <br>And it's the second night; <br>At Haye-la-Serre the lady's fair, <br>In June the moon is light. <br>O it's “Maids, ye'll wake till I come back,” <br>And the hound's i' the lady's chair: <br>No shuttles fly, the work stands by, <br>It's play at Haye-la-Serre. <br>The night is worn, the lamp's forlorn, <br>The shadows waste and fail; <br>There's morning air at Haye-la-Serre, <br>The watching maids look pale. <br>O all unmarked the birds at dawn <br>Where drowsy maidens be; <br>But heard too soon the lark's first tune <br>Beneath the trysting tree. <br>“Hold me thy hand, sweet Dennis Shand,” <br>Says the Lady Joan de Haye, <br>“That thou to-morrow do forget <br>To-day and yesterday. <br>“For many a weary month to come <br>My lord keeps house with me, <br>And sighing summer must lie cold <br>In winter's company. <br>“And many an hour I'll pass thee by <br>And see thee and be seen; <br>Yet not a glance must tell by chance <br>How sweet these hours have been. <br>“We've all to fear; there's Maud the spy, <br>There's Ann whose face I scor'd, <br>There's Blanch tells Huot everything, <br>And Huot loves my lord. <br>“But O and it's my Dennis 'll know, <br>When my eyes look weary dim, <br>Who finds the gold for his girdle-fee <br>And who keeps love for him.” <br>The morrow's come and the morrow-night, <br>It's feast at Haye-la-Serre, <br>And Dennis Shand the cup must hand <br>Beside Earl Simon's chair. <br>And still when the high pouring's done <br>And cup and flagon clink, <br>Till his lady's lips have touched the brim <br>Earl Simon will not drink. <br>But it's, “Joan my wife,” Earl Simon says, <br>“Your maids are white and wan.” <br>And it's, “O,” she says, “they've watched the night <br>With Maud's sick sister Ann.” <br>But it's, “Lady Joan and Joan my bird, <br>Yourself look white and wan.” <br>And it's, “O, I've walked the night myself <br>To pull the herbs for Ann: <br>“And some of your knaves were at the hutch <br>And some in the cellarage, <br>But the only one that watched with us <br>Was Dennis Shand your page. <br>“Look on the boy, sweet honey lord, <br>How drooped his eyelids be: <br>The rosy colour's not yet back <br>That paled in serving me.” <br>O it's, “Wife, your maids are foolish jades, <br>And you're a silly chuck, <br>And the lazy knaves shall get their staves <br>About their ears for luck: <br>“But Dennis Shand may take the cup <br>And pour the wine to his hand; <br>Wife, thou shalt touch it with thy lips, <br>And drink thou, Dennis Shand!”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dante+Gabriel+Rossetti">Dante Gabriel Rossetti</a><div class=q>
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It's night at Haye-la-Serre; 
The maidens weave since day grew eve, 
The lady's in her chair. 
O passing slow the long hours go 
With time to think and sigh, 
When weary maidens weave beneath 
A listless lady's ey..."></div>
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