Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
Tryste NoelLouise Imogen Guiney (18611920)
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And from the Snowe he calls her inne;
And he hath seen her smile therefore,
Our Ladye without sinne.
Now soone from Sleepe
A Starre shall leap,
And soone arrive both King and Hinde:
Amen, Amen;
But O the Place co’d I but finde!
Trewe eye of Pitty ore the Mow;
And on his lovelie Neck, forspent
The Blessèd lays her Browe.
Around her feet
Full warme and sweete
His bowerie Breath doth meeklie dwell;
Amen, Amen;
But sore am I with Vaine Travel!
And Host of more than onely one;
For close she gathereth withal
Our Lorde, her little Sonne.
Glad Hinde and King
Their Gyfte may bring,
But wo’d to-night my Teares were there;
Amen, Amen;
Between her Bosome and His hayre!