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WHAT I SAW THROUGH A TUDOR WINDOW.

There were motley jesters sprawling on the floor,
There were ribboned pages playing round the door,
There were gallants tickling maidens with the rushes,
And criticizing all their various depth of blushes.
There were yeomen looking at the bloodhounds' teeth,
Sly varlets lifting tapestry to spy beneath,
Falconers with ruffling haggards rising from the fist,
Out of painted casements where the rose the lattice kissed.
There were stewards bragging of their length of sword,
Servants whispering slander of their lord,
Ushers strutting stately with their white-peeled rods,
Mastiffs scratching, restless as the planks were clods.