 | The bridal of Vaumond |  |
XXX.
L'ENVOY.
And now, as eld in numbers sweet
Hath taught, to courteous minstrel meet,
He bids God-speed to one and all
On whom slumber's lightsome links may fall,
As the rhymer wakes from his lengthen'd dream,
And hails with joy day's rosy beam.
Hath taught, to courteous minstrel meet,
He bids God-speed to one and all
On whom slumber's lightsome links may fall,
As the rhymer wakes from his lengthen'd dream,
And hails with joy day's rosy beam.
| The bridal of Vaumond | |