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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,
And the hearth-fire and the home-acre,
To go with the old grey Widow-maker?

She has no house to lay a guest in-
But one chill bed for all to rest in,
That the pale suns and the stray bergs nest in.

She has no strong white arms to fold you,
But the ten-times-fingering weed to hold you -
Out on the rocks where the tide has rolled you.

Yet, when the signs of summer thicken,
And the ice breaks, and the birch-buds quicken,
Yearly you turn from our side, and sicken

Sicken again for the shouts and the slaughters.
You steal away to the lapping waters,
And look at your ship in her winter quarters

You forget our mirth, and talk at the tables, The kine in the shed and the horse in the

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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,
And the hearth-fire and the home-acre,
To go with the old gray Widow-maker?

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!"
Ask ere the youngster be rated and chidden
What did he carry and how was he ridden?
May be they used him too much at the start;
Maybe Fate's weight-cloths are breaking his

heart."

In the Pride of his Youth.

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