And he himself seem'd made for merriment, For he could pipe and dance, and carol sweet Full many maidens often did him woo Them to vouchsafe amongst his rhimes to name, Or make for them, as he was wont to do, For her that did with love his heart inflame; For which they promised to dight for him Gay chapelets of flowers and garlands trim...M And many a nymph, both of the wood and brook Both crystal wells and shady groves forsook,!! But he for none of them did care a whit, Nor for their gifts, unworthy of his wit, Stella the fair! the fairest star in sky, As fair as Venus, or the fairest fair, A fairer star saw never living eye,— Shot her sharp-pointed beams through purest air; Her he did love, her he alone did honour, His thoughts, his rhimes, his songs were all upon her. To her he vow'd the service of his days, On her he spent the riches of his wit, Nor her with idle words alone he wooed, And verses vain,-yet verses are not vain,But with brave deeds to her sole service vowed, And bold atchievements he did entertain; For both in deeds and words he nurtred was, Both wise and hardy,―too hardy alas !— In wrestling nimble, and in running swift; In 'shooting steady, and in swimming strong : Well made to strike, to throw, to leap, to lift, And all the sports that shepherds are among. In every one he vanquished every one, He vanquished all, and vanquished was of none. Besides, in hunting such felicity, Or rather infelicity, he found, That every field and forest far away He sought, where savage beasts do most abound; No beast so savage but he could it kill, No chace so hard but he therein had skill. Such skill, matcht with such courage as he had, Did prick him forth with proud desire of praise To seek abroad, of danger nought ydrad, His mistress' name and his own fame to raise. What needeth peril to be sought abroad, It fortuned as he that perilous game There his well-woven toils and subtle trains Eftsoons all heedless of his dearest hale, To slaughter them and work their final bale, Lest that his toil should of their troops be burst. Wide wounds amonst them many a one he made, Now with his sharp boar-spear, now with his blade. His care was all how he them all might kill, That none might 'scape, so partial unto none, Ill mind, to mind so much another's ill, As to become unmindful of his own: But pardon unto the cruel skies, That from himself to them withdrew his eyes. So as he rag'd amongst that beastly rout, A cruel beast of most accursed brood, Upon him turn',-despair makes cowards stout, And with fell tooth accustomed to blood, So deadly was the dint and deep the wound, But on the cold drear earth himself did throw; Ah! where were ye this while, his shepherd peer Which in his grace did boast you most to b Ah! where were ye when he of you had need To stop his wound that wondrously did bleed?. Ah! wretched boy! the shape of dreryhead, Unpitied, unplain'd, of foe or friend; A sort of shepherds suing of the chace, By fate or fortune came unto the place," Whereas the luckless boy yet bleeding lay ; Yet bleeding lay, and yet would still have ble They stopt his wound,--too late to stop it was Then as he will'd unto his loved lass, His dearest love, him dolefully did bear: She, when she saw her love in such a plight, Her yellow locks, that shone so bright and long, His pallid face, impictured with death, She bathed oft with tears, and dried oft; And with sweet kisses suck the wasting-breath Out of his lips, like lillies, pale and soft; And oft she call'd to him who answer'd nought, But only by his looks did tell his thought. The rest of her impatient regret, And piteous moan the which she for him made, No tongue can tell, nor any forth can set, But he whose heart like sorrow did invade: At last, when pain his vital powers had spent, His wasted life her weary lodge forwent. Which when she saw, she stayed not a whit, But after him did make untimely haste; |