Story and song . Athelwold ceased for tongue must be stillWhen pictures enthrall and fetter the will,All other senses are dumb with life is centered alone in the tapestry trembled, open it swung,Revealing the cause that silenced his of hangings enveiling the doorEnframed the maiden of even before;White as a lilly yet roses grew thereAnd reddened a cheek enchantingly threshold she paused a moment and stoodSelf-poised in the charm of sweet maidenhood;Swiftly bewitching, alluring the soulTo yield the will to anothers staid a moment,
Story and song . Athelwold ceased for tongue must be stillWhen pictures enthrall and fetter the will,All other senses are dumb with life is centered alone in the tapestry trembled, open it swung,Revealing the cause that silenced his of hangings enveiling the doorEnframed the maiden of even before;White as a lilly yet roses grew thereAnd reddened a cheek enchantingly threshold she paused a moment and stoodSelf-poised in the charm of sweet maidenhood;Swiftly bewitching, alluring the soulTo yield the will to anothers staid a moment, her footsteps advanceWhile Athelwold waked from out of a trance. The Lily of Devon, the last of our race,Spake the earl j Athelwold greeted with courtier was piqued that castle-bred girlThough being the daughter of Orgar, the show by a smile the glance of her eyeCaused a kings courtier to stammer and ladies he knew, sweet maidens by none ever moved as this one before. 48. On threshold she paused a moment and stoodSelf-poised in the charm of sweet maidenhood. KING EDGAR Ah father, Lily of Devon requestsThe pleasure of welcoming hither thy guests,And thou hast kept secret our castle did holdThane of King Edgar, the Lord Athelwold. Nay, daughter, began her sire, with pride; Twas eve when Athelwold finished his was the day-star, the light of my bowerHad banished herself to shrine in the robe as priestess in garments of whiteAnd train her maidens in service aright. Twas unbeseeming when guest did I should disturb and summon her here;Trusting my lord would not vanish awayBut wait a sunnier welcome thy greeting would prove a sweet powerTo bind a season in Devonshire tower. X Lord Athelwold said : Im doubly in debtFor richest of blessings heart ever met;Though hooded mine eyes, a heavenly voiceWould welcome me blind and bid me rejoice,And were I but deaf the brightness I seeWould still be warmest of
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