THE maiden sat by
the river side
(The rippling water murmurs by),
And sadly into the
clear blue tide
The
salt tear fell from her clear blue eye.
' 'Tis fixed for
better, for worse,' she cried,
'And to-morrow the bridegroom claims the bride.
Oh ! wealth and power
and rank and pride
Can
surely peace and happiness buy.
I was merry,
nathless, in my girlhood's hours,
'Mid the waving grass, when the bright sun shone.
Shall I be as merry
in Marmaduke's towers ?'
(The rippling water murmurs on.)
Stephen works for
his daily bread
(The rippling water murmurs low),
Through the crazy
thatch that covers his head
The
rain-drops fall and the wind-gusts blow.
'I'll mend the old
roof-tree,' so he said,
'And repair the cottage when we are wed.'
And my pulses
throbb'd, and my cheek grew red,
When he kiss'd me—that was long ago.
Stephen and I,
should we meet again,
Not
as we've met in days that are gone,
Will my pulses throb
with pleasure or pain ?
(The rippling water murmurs on.)
Old Giles, the
gardener, strok'd my curls
(The rippling water murmurs past),
Quoth he, 'In laces
and silks and pearls
My
child will see her reflection cast ;
Now I trust in my
heart that your lord will be
Kinder to you than he was to me,
When I lay in the
gaol, and my children three
With their sickly mother kept bitter fast.'
With Marmaduke now
my will is law,
Marmaduke's will may be law anon ;
Does the sheath of
velvet cover the claw ?
(The rippling water murmurs on.)
Dame Martha patted
me on the cheek
(The rippling water murmurs low),
Saying, 'There are
words that I fain would speak—
Perhaps they were best spoken though ;
I can't persuade you
to change your mind,
And
useless warnings are scarcely kind,
And I may be foolish
as well as blind,
But
take my blessing whether or no.'
Dame Martha's wise,
though her hair is white,
Her
sense is good, though her sight is gone—
Can she really be
gifted with second sight ?
(The rippling water murmurs on.)
Brian of Hawksmede
came to our cot
(The rippling water murmurs by),
Scatter'd the sods
of our garden plot,
Riding his roan horse recklessly ;
Trinket and token
and tress of hair,
He
flung them down at the door-step there,
Said, 'Elsie ! ask
your lord, if you dare,
Who
gave him the blow as well as the lie.'
That evening I
mentioned Brian's name,
And
Marmaduke's face grew white and wan,
Am I pledged to one
of a spirit so tame ?
(The rippling water murmurs on.)
Brian is headstrong,
rash, and vain
(The rippling water murmurs still),
Stephen is somewhat
duller of brain,
Slower of speech and milder of will ;
Stephen must toil a
living to gain,
Plough and harrow and gather the grain ;
Brian has little
enough to maintain
The
station in life which he needs must fill ;
Both are fearless
and kind and frank,
But
we can't win all gifts under the sun—
What have I won save
riches and rank ?
(The rippling water murmurs on.)
Riches and rank, and
what beside
(The rippling water murmurs yet),
The mansion is
stately, the manor is wide,
Their lord for a while may pamper and pet ;
Liveried lackeys may
jeer aside,
Though the peasant girl is their master's bride,
At her shyness,
mingled with with awkward pride,—
'Twere
folly for trifles like these to fret ;
But the love of one
that I cannot love,
Will it last when the gloss of his toy is gone ?
Is there naught
beyond, below, or above ?
(The rippling water murmurs on.)