The meanest pillars to the sight
Seemed every whit of burnished gold.
And all that land was warm and bright,
For when our earth is dark and cold,
Seemed every whit of burnished gold.
And all that land was warm and bright,
For when our earth is dark and cold,
The jewelled stones shed forth a light
Like sunbeams on a summer’s day.
None may describe that wondrous sight
Or sculptured work so proud and gay;
But one would think that rich array
Were of the courts of Paradise.
Therein the ladies led the way;
He followed fast in sweet surprise.
Like sunbeams on a summer’s day.
None may describe that wondrous sight
Or sculptured work so proud and gay;
But one would think that rich array
Were of the courts of Paradise.
Therein the ladies led the way;
He followed fast in sweet surprise.
When at the gate, Sir Orfeo
Knocked, and the porter came anear
And asked what he would have him do.
“Parfay, I am a minstrel here,”
He said, “to please thy lord with cheer,
If he will deign to summon me.”
The porter lent a willing ear
And led him in the castle free.
Knocked, and the porter came anear
And asked what he would have him do.
“Parfay, I am a minstrel here,”
He said, “to please thy lord with cheer,
If he will deign to summon me.”
The porter lent a willing ear
And led him in the castle free.
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