Ah, then I knew the world's dire face again! To linger through these years so hard to bear. Like to a winged creature I had drawn Breath, taintless still from Heaven; and in the dark Meseemed I was a playmate of the lark, And that his early voice, so far on high, Was but an echo from my heart below. And well I wot it was a deep unbliss To wake from such a dream, in such a world as this. THE TALE, OR END OF TROY DIVINE. WITH SIDE-NOTES BY THE PRINTER'S DEVIL. O Muse, I wish to be amusing, An aeronaut in Fancy's regions, So aid me, Goddess, when I do sing Of all that fell out at a siege once,- (quarrelled?) Just help me to a wing—no more,— My sale will prove me a good sailor And though too sore afraid I'll soar : A goose's pinion helps a taler. (tailor?) Dame Helen was a naughty dame Who caused in one young spark a flame That burned a city down, Which cost the people for the same A sovereign,-while his losses came, (King Priam's) to a crown. (58. ?) Though low men ne'er won her applause, She soon escaped from Hymen's claws, (high men's?) Like other noted fraus A lawless dame was she-because She loved not Men-e-laus. And when, according to the song, She left her husband quite, He said, because she had done wrong, (many laws?) That she did never right! In fact she neither wrote nor sent, But, like a lady gay, When voyaging for Troy she went, Took Paris on her way. Duke Paris was an archer rare, An arch duke was he too; (write?) And so, said he to Helen fair; "Your husband must the willow wear, "While I'm content with you." Said she "You are my bowman bold, "And, eke, my only beau." (yew?) This wrathful king, when he was seen Upon the Trojan shore, Looked like a lion, though his queen Declared he was a bore! U (boar?) The neighbouring knaves of royal mold His navy soon increase, And so-like tallow-merchants bold, Away they sailed for Greece. This king forsaken turned his face Toward Ilion's walls, and said: "The horn-works of that wicked place "Would turn a body's head." His temples ached, and well they might, He groaned and said, in piteous plight, "Oh tempora! Oh Moses!" As Homer has remarked, he then Viewed Troy with a true painter's ken, As also with a scer's, And guessed King Priam's boorish men Would occupy Teniers. Ten years, in fact, those warriors great Each other much annoyed; (grease?) (mores?) (ten years?) |