Thomas Humphry Ward, ed. The English Poets. 1880–1918.rnVol. III. The Eighteenth Century: Addison to Blake
Thomas Chatterton (17521770)Minstrels Marriage-Song (from lla: a Tragical Interlude)
The meads are sprinkled with the yellow hue;
In daisied mantles is the mountain dight;
The slim young cowslip bendeth with the dew;
The trees enleafèd, into heaven straught,
When gentle winds do blow, to whistling din are brought.
The ruddy welkin sheeneth to the eyne;
Around the ale-stake minstrels sing the song;
Young ivy round the doorpost doth entwine;
I lay me on the grass; yet, to my will,
Albeit all is fair, there lacketh something still.
All heaven and earth did homage to his mind.
In woman and none else man’s pleasaunce lies,
As instruments of joy are kind with kind.
Go, take a wife unto thine arms, and see,
Winter and dusky hills will have a charm for thee.
With his gold hand gilding the falling leaf,
Bringing up Winter to fulfil the year,
Bearing upon his back the ripened sheaf;
When all the hills with woody seed are white;
When levin-fires and gleams do meet from far the sight;—
Do bend the tree unto the fruitful ground;
When juicy pears and berries of black dye
Do dance in air and call the eyes around;
Then, be it evening foul or evening fair,
Methinks my joy of heart is shadowed with some care.
Angels alone from hot desire are free;
There is a somewhat ever in the mind,
That, without woman, cannot stillèd be:
No saint in cell, but, having blood and cheer,
Doth find the spirit joy in sight of woman fair.
Bone of his bone and child of his desire;
They from an useless member first began,
Y-wrought with much of water, little fire;
Therefore they seek the fire of love, to heat
The milkiness of kind, and make themselves complete.
To savage kind, and would but live to slay;
Yet woman oft the spirit of peace so cheers,—
Dowered with angelic joy, true angels they.
Go, take thee straightway to thy bed a wife;
Be banned, or highly blest, in proving marriage-life.