100. The Falcon

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Arthur Quiller-Couch

I

Lully, lulley! lully, lulley!
 The faucon hath borne my make[609] away!

II

He bare him up, he bare him down,
 He bare him into an orchard brown.

III

In that orchard there was an halle,
 That was hangÈd with purple and pall[610].

IV

And in that hall there was a bed,
 It was hangÈd with gold sa red.

V

And in that bed there li’th a knight,
 His woundÈs bleeding day and night.

VI

At that bed’s foot there li’th a hound,
 Licking the blood as it runs down.

VII

By that bed-side kneeleth a may[611],
 And she weepeth both night and day.

VIII

And at that bed’s head standeth a stone,
 Corpus Christi written thereon.

IX

Lully, lulley! lully, lulley!
 The faucon hath borne my make away.

FOOTNOTES:

[609] make = mate.

[610] pall = fine cloth.

[611] may = maiden.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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