Page:The collected poems, lyrical and narrative, of A. Mary F. Robinson.djvu/300

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Rosamunda



—"The wine is in the goblet,
The wine is in the cup.
It stands upon the cupboard shelf;
Go, lift the cover up."

—"Ho, wife ! Ho, Rosamunda !
Come hither, come and see ;
The good red wine is troubled . . .
How came this thing to be ? "

—"The sea wind yester even
Hath troubled it, I think."
—"Come hither, Rosamunda!
Come hither, com? and drink!"

—"Alas, how shalt I drink it
When I am not athirst?"
—"Come hither, Rosamunda,
Come here and drink the first."

—"Alas, how shall I drink it,
That never drank of wine?"
—"Thou'lt quaff it, Rosamunda,
By this drawn sword of mine!"

—"I drink it to my lover,
I drink it, and I die!
My lover is the king of France—
A dead woman am I."

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