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 | Songs of A Wayfarer |  |
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LXXXI. THE TREASURE-TROVE.
A king rode forth a hunting
With hounds and horses gay;
And I trow that many a gallant buck
Did rue the sport that day.
With hounds and horses gay;
And I trow that many a gallant buck
Did rue the sport that day.
But as he roamed the greenwood
His eyes could scarcely keep
Themselves awake for heaviness,
Until that he should sleep.
His eyes could scarcely keep
Themselves awake for heaviness,
Until that he should sleep.
So he dismounted from his steed,
And, where a brook did run,
On the lap of his good courtier
His weary head laid down.
And, where a brook did run,
On the lap of his good courtier
His weary head laid down.
Then as he lay a sleeping
A wondrous sight was seen:
A golden serpent lightly crept
From his open lips between.
A wondrous sight was seen:
A golden serpent lightly crept
From his open lips between.
And reaching where the brooklet
Did glide amongst the grass
Went up and down, as though it wished
Across the stream to pass.
Did glide amongst the grass
Went up and down, as though it wished
Across the stream to pass.
The courtier drew his falchion,
And of it made a bridge;
Whereby the golden serpent passed,
And sought a rocky ridge.
And of it made a bridge;
Whereby the golden serpent passed,
And sought a rocky ridge.
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And creeping in a cranny,
Some time no more was seen;
Then came and entered the king's mouth
Where it before had been.
Some time no more was seen;
Then came and entered the king's mouth
Where it before had been.
Great wonder and much marvel
The courtier then did hold;
Who, when the king awakèd had,
The story to him told.
The courtier then did hold;
Who, when the king awakèd had,
The story to him told.
Then the king likewise related,
How, in a visioned dream,
He had travelled long and far until
He reached a rolling stream:
How, in a visioned dream,
He had travelled long and far until
He reached a rolling stream:
And as he sought along the bank
To gain the other side,
At last a bridge of polished steel
With joy he had descried.
To gain the other side,
At last a bridge of polished steel
With joy he had descried.
And passing quickly over,
He reached the other land,
And entered by a marble stair
A palace vast and grand,
He reached the other land,
And entered by a marble stair
A palace vast and grand,
Where piles of goodly treasures
Of jewels and of gold,
Stored in the costly halls of state,
In glittering heaps were rolled.
Of jewels and of gold,
Stored in the costly halls of state,
In glittering heaps were rolled.
And when he hasted back again
Across the flowing stream
To have the treasure borne away,
He wakened from his dream.—
Across the flowing stream
To have the treasure borne away,
He wakened from his dream.—
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When the king had told his vision
They called for pick and spade,
And soon within the stony bank
An open cave was made.
They called for pick and spade,
And soon within the stony bank
An open cave was made.
And as they dug the deeper
Such riches there were found
His kingdom's wealth could hardly buy,
All buried in the ground.
Such riches there were found
His kingdom's wealth could hardly buy,
All buried in the ground.
Then the king unto his palace
The treasure bore away;
And a right glad man he was, I wot,
For the hunting of that day.
The treasure bore away;
And a right glad man he was, I wot,
For the hunting of that day.
This story I did gather
From an old and dusty tome
Read in an ancient library
One day in sunny Rome.
From an old and dusty tome
Read in an ancient library
One day in sunny Rome.
June 1867.
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