Should make the wall and hedge, while on
The tower she sets strong garrison,
With joy have I been satiate
Comes not her labour somewhat late?
Of loving friends it hath been said.
Each finds of each the goodlihead.
Love then with loyal heart and free,
And of the Rosebud shall thou be
Master, and to the tower mayst go
Whenso thou hast the will thereto,4310
Although it be enclosed and bound
With wall and thorny brake around;
For my part, on my road I wend
Waked from my dream, my tale hath end.]
XXXIII
Dan William Lorris when he died,
Had written nothing more beside
The verses thou hast read. But when
A forty years had flitted, then
John Clopinel the end did speed—
Behold his work, which all may read.4320
And, shall I bow then to despair,
Abandoning Hope? ’Fore Heaven I swear
That ne’er shall be, for thus were I
An outcast, and most worthily
Scorned and despised. If hope once fled
My heart, far better were I dead.
But Love declared that he should stay
My steps and be my guide alway,
Where’er I trod. But, after all,
Will Hope prove faithful ? Though men call4330
