Balade
(from the French of Wenceslas,
Duke of Brabant and Luxembourg, who died in 1384.)I cannot tell, of twain beneath this bond,
Which one in grief the other goes beyond,---Narcissus, who to end the pain he
Died of the love that could not help him more;
Or I, that pine because I cannot
The lady who is queen and love to me.
Nay--for Narcissus, in the forest
Seeing his image, made entreaty fond,"Beloved, comfort on my longing pour":
So for a while he soothed his passion sore;
So cannot I, for all too far is she---The lady who is queen and love to me.
But since that I have Love's true colours donned,
I in his service will not now despond,
For in extremes Love yet can all restore:
So till her beauty walks the world no
All day remembered in my hope shall
The lady who is queen and love to me.
Sir Henry Newbolt
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