And we aslant will set our spears,
Our good swords dipping free;
And we will ravel back the years
For love of her and me.
And I will prove my faith in this
As never king was proved—
For kings may fight for what they kiss,
And die for what they loved!
But I will bring my court afar,
My throne to hers shall go;
And I will reign beside the Var,
And in the Vale of Loe.
The younger kingdom, it shall be
The keeper of my crown;
And she, my queen, shall reign with me
Within her own good town.
And men shall speak me kind, shall tell
Her graces day and night
So bring my steed that serves me well,
My robe of soft samite,
And bring me here the cup of gold,
And bring the platter fair,
And summon me my Captain old,
That keeps the royal stair.
For well know I the way I go;
I follow but my star:
My home is in the Vale of Loe,
And by the Sea of Var.
THERE IS AN ORCHARD
There is an orchard beyond the sea,
And high is the orchard wall;
And ripe is the fruit in the orchard tree—
Oh, my love is fair and tall!
There is an orchard beyond the sea,
And joy to its haven hies;
And a white hand opens its gate to me—
Oh, deep are my true love's eyes!