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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE HANDSEL RING, by GEORGE WASHINGTON WRIGHT HOUGHTON Poet's Biography First Line: Here, o lily-white lady mine Last Line: Needless his handsel ring. | |||
"HERE, O lily-white lady mine, Here by thy warrior sire's own shrine, Handsel I thee by this golden sign, This sunshiny thing." Weeping she reached her hand so slim, Smiled, though her eyes were wet and dim, Saying: "I swear, by Heaven, by him, And by this handsel ring!" But as she bended her eyes abashed, Out of his fingers the jewel flashed, On the gray flags of the kirk it clashed, That treacherous thing; Clashed, and bounded, and circled, and sped, Till through a crevice it flamed and fled, -- Down in the tomb of the knightly dead Darted the handsel ring. "Matters not, darling! Ere day be o'er, Goldsmiths shall forge for thy hands a score; Let not thy heart be harried and sore For a little thing!" "Nay! but behold what broodeth there! See the cold sheen of his silvery hair! Look how his eyeballs roll and stare, Seeking thy handsel ring!" "I see nothing, my precious, my own! 'Tis a black vision that sorrow hath sown; Haste, let us hence, for dark it hath grown, And moths are on wing." "Nay, but his shrunken fist, behold, Looses his lance-hilt and scatters the mould! What is that his long fingers hold? Christ! 't is our handsel ring!" And when the bridegroom bends over her, Neither the lips nor the eyelids stir; Naught to her, now, but music and myrrh, -- Needless his handsel ring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LEGEND OF WALBACH TOWER by GEORGE WASHINGTON WRIGHT HOUGHTON THE FLY by BARNABY (BARNABE) GOOGE RECESSIONAL by RUDYARD KIPLING IDLENESS by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL THE MITHERLESS BAIRN by WILLIAM THOM A BIT OF MULL by FREDERICK HENRY HERBERT ADLER LORD FINCHLEY by HILAIRE BELLOC FALSE LOVE AND TRUE LOGIC by SAMUEL LAMAN BLANCHARD DOMINUS VINAEAE; SPIRITUS AGRICOLA by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |
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