Stephanus Marcus Book 1
Canto 6
Verses 2 and 3
Young Guenevere did speak to Katharine.
"Yes, my strong leopard knight doth tarry late
and keeps the dale thus free and verdant green
till James on Whitsuntide then claims his mate.
Tis thee, dear Katharine, Prince James doth wait
to lead down aisle in happy wedded white.
And he with jewels most resplendent sate
this thy perfect neck seen then sparkling bright.
Thinks I in beautifying thee prince doeth right."
Then Katharine didst make response to maid.
"This day at Castle Morley father waits.
King Richard pays him visit I'm afraid.
Yes, I'll walk aisle in jewels my prince sates.
Large retinue of priests with shaven pates
will keep their time in rhythmic chanting praise.
As we walk aisle the kingdom celebrates.
In joyous adulation voices raise.
Soon we'll bless England's charming country many ways."
Categories:
whitsuntide, england,
Form: Rhyme
Stephanus Marcus Book I
Canto 1
Verses 2 and 3
Duke Saint Charles made unlawful claim to glade
in vale where many game for chase did hide,
without regard for sovereign's oath then made
to Morley early day last Whitsuntide.
Such oath was made baptismal time as plied
when robes bedecked the holy people white.
For pledging daughter, Katharine, as bride
to sovereign's brother, James, with great delight.
The chimes would peal amid autumn's cool saffron light.
The Holy See had issued ringing chorus
echoing Pontiff's edict fiat wide,
that conquered sheikdoms be set free with force
and Christians freed from danger need not hide.
Thus Frederick and Philip swore to guide
as many nobles willing bringing knights.
Duke Morley's knights were missing leaders' tide
as they went under grated gate with lights.
Their torches glowed again for Liege as other nights.
Categories:
whitsuntide, england,
Form: Rhyme
Come lay your head upon my breast
Good fortune bless your warm caress
Forlorn should I be
without your jocund company
Amongst my peers as we quaff ale and wonder
Only thoughts of you tear's our revelry asunder
You inspire every impulse in me to flow
Only with you, my love, my senses glow
Near almost we never would have met
If not for your unloosen pet
Retrieving same to your eager embrace
I lost my heart then to your pretty face
Blessed be the day at Whitsuntide
When I shall behold you as my bride.
Categories:
whitsuntide, how i feel,
Form: Sonnet