Buy my English posies!-- You that scorn the may Won"t you greet a friend from home Half the world away?
Green against the draggled drift, Faint and frail and first-- Buy my Northern blood-root And I"ll know where you were nursed!
Robin down the logging-road whistles, "Come to me,"
Spring has found the maple-grove, the sap is running free; All the winds o" Canada call the ploughing-rain.
Take the flower and turn the hour, and kiss your love again!
Buy my English posies!-- Here"s to match your need.
Buy a tuft of royal heath, Buy a bunch of weed White as sand of Muysenberg Spun before the gale-- Buy my heath and lilies And I"ll tell you whence you hail!
Under hot Constantia broad the vineyards lie-- Throned and thorned the aching berg props the speckless sky-- Slow below the Wynberg firs trails the tilted wain-- Take the flower and turn the hour, and kiss your love again!
Buy my English posies!-- You that will not turn, Buy my hot-wood clematis, Buy a frond o" fern Gathered where the Erskine leaps Down the road to Lorne-- Buy my Christmas creeper And I"ll say where you were born!
West away from Melbourne dust holidays begin-- They that mock at Paradise woo at Cora Lynn-- Through the great South Otway gums sings the great South Main-- Take the flower and turn the hour, and kiss your love again!
Buy my English posies!-- Here"s your choice unsold!
Buy a blood-red myrtle-bloom, Buy the kowhai"s gold Flung for gift on Taupo"s face Sign that spring is come-- Buy my clinging myrtle And I"ll give you back your home!
Broom behind the windy town; pollen o" the pine-- Bell-bird in the leafy deep where the _ratas_ twine-- Fern above the saddle-bow, flax upon the plain-- Take the flower and turn the hour, and kiss your love again!
Buy my English posies!
Ye that have your own Buy them for a brother"s sake Overseas, alone.
Weed ye trample underfoot Floods his heart abrim-- Bird ye never heeded, Oh, she calls his dead to him!
Far and far our homes are set round the Seven Seas.
Woe for us if we forget, we that hold by these!
Unto each his mother-beach, bloom and bird and land-- Masters of the Seven Seas, oh, love and understand!
THE LAST RHYME OF TRUE THOMAS.
The King has called for priest and cup, The King has taken spur and blade To dub True Thomas a belted knight, And all for the sake o" the songs he made.
They have sought him high, they have sought him low, They have sought him over down and lea; They have found him by the milk-white thorn That guards the gates o" Faerie.
_"Twas bent beneath and blue above, Their eyes were held that they might not see The kine that grazed between the knowes, Oh, they were the Queens o" Faerie!_
"Now cease your song," the King he said, "Oh, cease your song and get you dight To vow your vow and watch your arms, For I will dub you a belted knight.
"For I will give you a horse o" pride, Wi" blazon and spur and page and squire; Wi" keep and tail and seizin and law, And land to hold at your desire."
True Thomas smiled above his harp, And turned his face to the naked sky, Where, blown before the wastrel wind, The thistle-down she floated by.
"I ha" vowed my vow in another place, And bitter oath it was on me, I ha" watched my arms the lee-long night, Where five-score fighting-men would flee.
"My lance is tipped o" the hammered flame, My shield is beat o" the moonlight cold; And I won my spurs in the Middle World, A thousand fathoms beneath the mould.
"And what should I make wi" a horse o" pride, And what should I make wi" a sword so brown, But spill the rings o" the Gentle Folk And flyte my kin in the Fairy Town?
"And what should I make wi" blazon and belt, Wi" keep and tail and seizin and fee, And what should I do wi" page and squire That am a king in my own countrie?
"For I send east and I send west, And I send far as my will may flee, By dawn and dusk and the drinking rain, And syne my Sendings return to me.
"They come wi" news of the groanin" earth, They come wi" news o" the roarin" sea, Wi" word of Spirit and Ghost and Flesh, And man that"s mazed among the three."
The King he bit his nether lip, And smote his hand upon his knee: "By the faith o" my soul, True Thomas," he said, "Ye waste no wit in courtesie!
"As I desire, unto my pride, Can I make Earls by three and three, To run before and ride behind And serve the sons o" my body."
"And what care I for your row-foot earls, Or all the sons o" your body?
Before they win to the Pride o" Name, I trow they all ask leave o" me.
"For I make Honour wi" muckle mouth, As I make Shame wi" mincin" feet, To sing wi" the priests at the market-cross, Or run wi" the dogs in the naked street.
"And some they give me the good red gold, And some they give me the white money, And some they give me a clout o" meal, For they be people o" low degree.
"And the song I sing for the counted gold The same I sing for the white money, But best I sing for the clout o" meal That simple people given me."
The King cast down a silver groat, A silver groat o" Scots money, "If I come with a poor man"s dole," he said, "True Thomas, will ye harp to me?"
"Whenas I harp to the children small, They press me close on either hand: And who are you," True Thomas said, "That you should ride while they must stand?
"Light down, light down from your horse o" pride, I trow ye talk too loud and hie, And I will make you a triple word, And syne, if ye dare, ye shall "n.o.ble me."
He has lighted down from his horse o" pride, And set his back against the stone.
"Now guard you well," True Thomas said, "Ere I rax your heart from your breast-bone!"
True Thomas played upon his harp, The fairy harp that couldna" lee, And the first least word the proud King heard, It harpit the salt tear out o" his ee.
"Oh, I see the love that I lost long syne, I touch the hope that I may not see, And all that I did o" hidden shame, Like little snakes they hiss at me.
"The sun is lost at noon--at noon!
The dread o" doom has grippit me.
True Thomas, hide me under your cloak, G.o.d wot, I"m little fit to dee!"
_"Twas bent beneath and blue above-- "Twas open field and running flood-- Where, hot on heath and d.y.k.e and wall, The high sun warmed the adder"s brood._
"Lie down, lie down," True Thomas said.
"The G.o.d shall judge when all is done; But I will bring you a better word And lift the cloud that I laid on."
True Thomas played upon his harp, That birled and brattled to his hand, And the next least word True Thomas made, It garred the King take horse and brand.
"Oh, I hear the tread o" the fighting-men, I see the sun on splent and spear!
I mark the arrow outen the fern!
That flies so low and sings so clear!
"Advance my standards to that war, And bid my good knights p.r.i.c.k and ride; The gled shall watch as fierce a fight As e"er was fought on the Border side!"
_"Twas bent beneath and blue above, "Twas nodding gra.s.s and naked sky, Where ringing up the wastrel wind The eya.s.s stooped upon the pye._