Who'll choose him for Knight? "I," said his Mother, "Before any other, My very own Knight." And after this fashion, adventure to seek, Was Sir Galahad made - as it might be last week! HARP SONG OF THE DANE WOMEN What is a woman that you forsake her, She has no house to lay a guest in- She has no strong white arms to fold you, Yet, when the signs of summer thicken, Sicken again for the shouts and the slaughters. You forget our mirth, and talk at the tables, The kine in the shed and the horse in the To pitch her sides and go over her cables. Then you drive out where the storm-clouds swallow, And the sound of your oar-blades, falling hollow, Is all we have left through the months to follow. Ah, what is Woman that you forsake her, CHAPTER HEADINGS Plain Tales from the Hills Look, you have cast out Love! What Gods are these You bid me please? The Three in One, the One in Three? Not so! To my own Gods I go. It may be they shall give me greater ease Than your cold Christ and tangled Trinities. Lispeth. When the Earth was sick and the Skies were grey, And the woods were rotted with rain, The Dead Man rode through the autumn day To visit his love again. His love she neither saw nor heard, So heavy was her shame; And tho' the babe within her stirred She knew not that he came. The Other Man. Cry "Murder" in the market-place and each Will turn upon his neighbour anxious eyes Asking;-"Art thou the man?" We hunted Cain Some centuries ago across the world. This bred the fear our own misdeeds maintain To-day. His Wedded Wife. Go, stalk the red deer o'er the heather Ride, follow the fox if you can! But, for pleasure and profit together, Allow me the hunting of Man — The chase of the Human, the search for the Soul To its ruin the hunting of Man. w Pig. "Stopped in the straight when the race was his own! Look at him cutting it -cur to the bone!" heart." In the Pride of his Youth. |