In the Saddle: A Collection of Poems on Horseback-Riding

"Get thee back, sweet Duchess May! hope is gone like yesterday," —
Toll slowly.
"One half-hour completes the breach; and thy lord grows wild of speech, —
Get thee in, sweet lady, and pray.

"In the east tower, high'st of all, – loud he cries for steed from stall." —
Toll slowly.
"He would ride as far," quoth he, "as for love and victory,
Though he rides the castle-wall.

"And we fetch the steed from stall, up where never a hoof did fall." —
Toll slowly.
"Wifely prayer meets deathly need! may the sweet Heavens hear thee plead
If he rides the castle-wall."

Low she dropt her head, and lower, till her hair coiled on the floor, —
Toll slowly.
And tear after tear you heard, fall distinct as any word
Which you might be listening for.

"Get thee in, thou soft ladye! – here, is never a place for thee!" —
Toll slowly.
"Braid thine hair and clasp thy gown, that thy beauty in its moan
May find grace with Leigh of Leigh."

She stood up in bitter case, with a pale yet steady face,
Toll slowly.
Like a statue thunderstruck, which, though quivering, seems to look
Right against the thunder-place.

And her foot trod in, with pride, her own tears i' the stone beside, —
Toll slowly.
"Go to, faithful friends, go to! – Judge no more what ladies do, —
No, nor how their lords may ride!"

Then the good steed's rein she took, and his neck did kiss and stroke: —
Toll slowly.
Soft he neighed to answer her, and then followed up the stair,
For the love of her sweet look.

Oh, and steeply, steeply wound up the narrow stair around, —
Toll slowly.
Oh, and closely, closely speeding, step by step beside her treading, —
Did he follow, meek as hound.

On the east tower, high'st of all, – there, where never a hoof did fall, —
Toll slowly.
Out they swept, a vision steady, – noble steed and lovely lady,
Calm as if in bower or stall.

Down she knelt at her lord's knee, and she looked up silently, —
Toll slowly.
And he kissed her twice and thrice, for that look within her eyes
Which he could not bear to see.

Quoth he, "Get thee from this strife, – and the sweet saints bless thy life!" —
Toll slowly.
"In this hour, I stand in need of my noble red-roan steed —
But no more of my noble wife."

Quoth she, "Meekly have I done all thy biddings under sun: " —
Toll slowly.
"But by all my womanhood, which is proved so true and good,
I will never do this one.

"Now by womanhood's degree, and by wifehood's verity," —
Toll slowly.
"In this hour if thou hast need of thy noble red-roan steed,
Thou hast also need of me.

"By this golden ring ye see on this lifted hand pardiè," —
Toll slowly.
"If, this hour, on castle-wall, can be room for steed from stall,
Shall be also room for me.

"So the sweet saints with me be" (did she utter solemnly), —
Toll slowly.
"If a man, this eventide, on this castle wall will ride,
He shall ride the same with me."

Oh, he sprang up in the selle, and he laughed out bitter-well, —
Toll slowly.
"Wouldst thou ride among the leaves, as we used on other eves,
To hear chime a vesper-bell?"

She clang closer to his knee – "Ay, beneath the cypress-tree!" —
Toll slowly.
"Mock me not, for otherwhere than along the greenwood fair,
Have I ridden fast with thee!

"Fast I rode with new-made vows, from my angry kinsman's house!"
Toll slowly.
"What! and would you men should reck that I dared more for love's sake
As a bride than as a spouse?

"What, and would you it should fall, as a proverb, before all," —
Toll slowly.
"That a bride may keep your side while through castle-gate you ride,
Yet eschew the castle-wall?"