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The Eve of Crecy

Gold on her head, and gold on her feet,  And gold where the hems of her kirtle meet,  And a golden girdle round my sweet;    Ah! qu'elle est belle La Marguerite.  Margaret's maids are fair to see,  Freshly dress'd and pleasantly;  Margaret's hair falls down to her knee;     Ah! qu'elle est belle La Marguerite.  If I were rich I would kiss her feet;  I would kiss the place where the gold hems meet,  And the golden kirtle round my sweet:     Ah! qu'elle est belle La Marguerite.  Ah me!

I have never touch'd her hand;  When the arrière-ban goes through the land,  Six basnets under my pennon stand;     Ah! qu'elle est belle La Marguerite.  And many an one grins under his hood:  Sir Lambert du Bois, with all his men good,  Has neither food nor firewood;     Ah! qu'elle est belle la Marguerite.  If I were rich I would kiss her feet,  And the golden girdle of my sweet,  And thereabouts where the gold hems meet;     Ah! qu'elle est belle La Marguerite.  Yet even now it is good to think,  While my few poor varlets grumble and drink  In my desolate hall, where the fires sink,—     Ah! qu'elle est belle La Marguerite,—  Of Margaret sitting glorious there,  In glory of gold and glory of hair,  And glory of glorious face most fair;     Ah! qu'elle est belle La Marguerite.  Likewise to-night I make good cheer,  Because this battle draweth near:  For what have I to lose or fear?     Ah! qu'elle est belle La Marguerite.  For, look you, my horse is good to prance  A right fair measure in this war-dance,  Before the eyes of Philip of France;     Ah! qu'elle est belle La Marguerite.  And sometime it may hap, perdie,  While my new towers stand up three and three,  And my hall gets painted fair to see—     Ah! qu'elle est belle La Marguerite—  That folks may say:

Times change, by the rood,  For Lambert, banneret of the wood,  Has heaps of food and firewood;     Ah! qu'elle est belle La Marguerite.

Composition date is unknown - the above date represents the first publication date.

The lyrical form of this poem is aaab. 1.

From Morris's first volume, published in 1858.

The battle of Crecy, in which Edward

II was victorious over the French, was fought in  August 1346.2.kirtle.

A gown.14.

Arriè\;re-ban.

The summons of the feudal vassals to war.15.basnets.

Properly, a basnet is a light helmet.39.

Philip of France.

Philip VI, the king of France at the time of the battle of Crecy.

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William Morris

William Morris (24 March 1834 – 3 October 1896) was a British textile designer, poet, novelist, translator, and socialist activist associated wi…

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