UPON THE STAIR I SEE MY LADY STAND.
(Rondel.)
Upon the stair I see my lady stand,
Her hair is like the gleaming gold of dawn,
And, like the laughing sunbeam on the lawn,
The radiant smile by which her lips are spanned.
A chiselled marvel seems her slender hand
What time she waves it ere my steps are gone;
Upon the stair I see my lady stand,
Her hair is like the gleaming gold of dawn.
Through the green covert that the breeze has fanned
She fleets as graceful as the flexile fawn;
She is the star to which my soul is drawn
When shadows drive the daylight from the land.
Upon the stair I see my lady stand,
Her hair is like the gleaming gold of dawn.
Clinton Scollard.
I HEARD A MAID WITH HER GUITAR.
(Rondel.)
I heard a maid with her guitar
Who played, like Orpheus, to the wind,
And sent forth rhythmic notes afar
From out an arbor vine-entwined.
She knew the God of love was blind,
And left her white heart-gates ajar—
I heard a maid with her guitar
Who played, like Orpheus, to the wind.