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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538887" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Raven And The King's Daughter</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">King’s daughter sitting in tower so high,<br>Fair summer is on many a shield.<br>Why weepest thou as the clouds go by?<br>Fair sing the swans ’twixt firth and field.<br>Why weepest thou in the window-seat<br>Till the tears run through thy fingers sweet?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The King’s Daughter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I weep because I sit alone<br>Betwixt these walls of lime and stone.<br>Fair folk are in my father’s hall,<br>But for me he built this guarded wall.<br>And here the gold on the green I sew<br>Nor tidings of my true-love know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Raven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">King’s daughter, sitting above the sea,<br>I shall tell thee a tale shall gladden thee.<br>Yestreen I saw a ship go forth<br>When the wind blew merry from the north.<br>And by the tiller Steingrim sat,<br>And O, but my heart was glad thereat!<br>For ’twixt ashen plank and dark blue sea<br>His sword sang sweet of deeds to be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The King’s Daughter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O barren sea, thou bitter bird,<br>And a barren tale my ears have heard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Raven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy father’s men were hard thereby<br>In byrny bright and helmet high.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The King’s Daughter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O worser waxeth thy story far,<br>For these drew upon me bolt and bar.<br>Fly south, O fowl, to the field of death<br>For nothing sweet thy grey neb saith.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Raven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, there was Olaf the lily-rose,<br>As fair as any oak that grows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The King’s Daughter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O sweet bird, what did he then<br>Among the spears of my father’s men?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Raven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">’Twixt ashen plank and dark blue sea,<br>He sang: My true love waiteth me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The King’s Daughter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As well as this dull floor knows my feet,<br>I am not weary yet, my sweet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Raven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He sang: As once her hand I had,<br>Her lips at last shall make me glad.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The King’s Daughter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As once our fingers met, O love,<br>So shall our lips be fain thereof.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Raven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He sang: Come wrack and iron and flame,<br>For what shall breach the wall but fame?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The King’s Daughter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Be swift to rise and set, O Sun,<br>Lest life ’twixt hope and death be done.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Raven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">King’s daughter sitting in tower so high,<br>A gift for my tale ere forth I fly,<br>The gold from thy finger fair and fine,<br>Thou hadst it from no love of thine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The King’s Daughter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By my father’s ring another there is,<br>I had it with my mother’s kiss.<br>Fly forth, O fowl, across the sea<br>To win another gift of me.<br>Fly south to bring me tidings true,<br>Fair summer is on many a shield.<br>Of the eve grown red with the battle-dew,<br>Fair sing the swans ’twixt firth and field.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Raven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">King’s daughter sitting in tower so high,<br>Fair summer is on many a shield.<br>Tidings to hearken ere thou die,<br>Fair sing the swans ’twixt firth and field.<br>In the Frankish land the spear points met,<br>And wide about the field was wet.<br>And high ere the cold moon quenched the sun,<br>Blew Steingrim’s horn for battle won.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The King’s Daughter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fair fall thee fowl! Tell tidings true<br>Of deeds that men that day did do.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Raven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Steingrim before his banner went,<br>And helms were broke and byrnies rent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The King’s Daughter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A doughty man and good at need;<br>Tell men of any other’s deed?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Raven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where Steingrim through the battle bore<br>Still Olaf went a foot before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The King’s Daughter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O fair with deeds the world doth grow!<br>Where is my true-love gotten now?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Raven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Upon the deck beside the mast<br>He lieth now, and sleepeth fast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The King’s Daughter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Heard’st thou before his sleep began<br>That he spake word of any man?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Raven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Methought of thee he sang a song,<br>But nothing now he saith for long.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The King’s Daughter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And wottest thou where he will wend<br>With the world before him from end to end?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Raven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before the battle joined that day<br>Steingrim a word to him did say:<br>“If we bring the banner back in peace,<br>In the King’s house much shall my fame increase;<br>Till there no guarded door shall be<br>But it shall open straight to me.<br>Then to the bower we twain shall go<br>Where thy love the golden seam doth sew.<br>I shall bring thee in and lay thine hand<br>About the neck of that lily-wand.<br>And let the King be lief or loth<br>One bed that night shall hold you both.”<br>Now north belike runs Steingrim’s prow,<br>And the rain and the wind from the south do blow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The King’s Daughter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lo, fowl of death, my mother’s ring,<br>But the bridal song I must learn to sing.<br>And fain were I for a space alone,<br>For O the wind, and the wind doth moan.<br>And I must array the bridal bed,<br>Fair summer is on many a shield.<br>For O the rain, and the rain drifts red!<br>Fair sing the swans ’twixt firth and field.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before the day from the night was born,<br>Fair summer is on many a shield.<br>She heard the blast of Steingrim’s horn,<br>Fair sing the swans ’twixt firth and field.<br>Before the day was waxen fair<br>Were Steingrim’s feet upon the stair.<br>“O bolt and bar they fall away,<br>But heavy are Steingrim’s feet to-day.”<br>“O heavy the feet of one who bears<br>The longing of days and the grief of years!<br>Lie down, lie down, thou lily-wand<br>That on thy neck I may lay his hand.<br>Whether the King be lief or loth<br>To-day one bed shall hold you both.<br>O thou art still as he is still,<br>So sore as ye longed to talk your fill.<br>And good it were that I depart,<br>Now heart is laid so close to heart.<br>For sure ye shall talk so left alone<br>Fair summer is on many a shield.<br>Of days to be below the stone.”<br>Fair sing the swans ’twixt firth and field.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Morris">William Morris</a><div class=q>
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Fair summer is on many a shield.
Why weepest thou as the clouds go by?
Fair sing the swans ’twixt firth and field.
Why weepest thou in the window-seat
Till the tears run through thy fingers sweet?

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