Ralph Waldo Emerson, comp. (1803–1882). Parnassus: An Anthology of Poetry. 1880.
William of CloudesléAnonymous
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To the buttes with him to go,
“I will see these fellows shoot,” he said,
“In the north have wrought this wo.”
And the queen’s archers alsoe,
So did these three wight yeomen
With them they thought to go.
For to assay their hand,
There was no shot these yeomen shot
That any prick might them stand.
“By him that for me died,
I hold him never no good archer
That shooteth at buttes so wide.”
“I pray thee tell me:”
“At such a butte, sir,” he said,
“As men use in my countree.”
And his two brethren with him,
There they set up hazle rods,
Twenty score paces between.
“That yonder wande cleaveth in two.”
“Here is none such,” said the king,
“Nor none that can so do.”
“Or that I farther go.”
Cloudeslé with a bearing arrow
Clave the wand in two.
“Forsooth that ever I see;”—
“And yet for your love,” said William,
“I will do more mastery.
He is to me full dear;
I will him tie to a stake
All shall see that be here.
And go six score paces him fro,
And I myself with a broad arrow
Shall cleave the apple in two.”
“By him that died on a tree;
But if thou do not as thou hast said,
Hangèd shalt thou be.
In sight that men may see,
By all the saints that be in Heaven,
I shall hang you all three!”
“I will it never forsake;”
And there even before the king,
In the earth he drove a stake,
And bade him stand still thereat,
And turned the child’s head from him,
Because he should not start.
And then his bow he bent;
Six score paces were out-met,
And thither Cloudeslé went.
His bow was great and long,
He set that arrow in his bow,
That was both stiff and strong.
That they would still stand,
“For he that shooteth for such a wager,
Behoveth a steadfast hand.”
That his life saved might be,
And when he made him ready to shoot
There was many a weeping eye.
That many a man might see;
“Over-gods forbode,” then said the king,
“That thou should shoot at me!
And my bow shalt thou bear,
And over all the north country
I make thee chief rider.”