A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN (Illustrated)

ILLUSTRATIONS

"I had great beauty: ask thou not my name"

Heading

Beauty and anguish walking hand in hand

The dim red morn had died, her journey done

A queen, with swarthy cheeks and bold black eyes

"Glory to God," she sang

"I am that Rosamond, whom men call fair"

Joan of Arc, A light of ancient France

The End

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An excerpt from the beginning of the poem:


I.

I read, before my eyelids dropt their shade,
"The Legend of Good Women," long ago
Sung by the morning star of song, who made
His music heard below;



II.

Dan Chaucer, the first warbler, whose sweet breath
Preluded those melodious bursts, that fill
The spacious times of great Elizabeth
With sounds that echo still.



III.

And, for a while, the knowledge of his art
Held me above the subject, as strong gales
Hold swollen clouds from raining, tho' my heart,
Brimful of those wild tales,