Defence of Guenevere and Other Poems — The Tune of Seven Towers

_And ever the great bell overhead, And the tumbling seas mourned for the dead;

For their song ceased, and they were dead.

_ THE TUNE OF SEVEN TOWERS

No one goes there now: For what is left to fetch away From the desolate battlements all arow, And the lead roof heavy and grey?

_Therefore, said fair Yoland of the flowers, This is the tune of Seven Towers.

_ No one walks there now;

Except in the white moonlight The white ghosts walk in a row;

If one could see it, an awful sight, _Listen!

said fair Yoland of the flowers, This is the tune of Seven Towers.

_ But none can see them now, Though they sit by the side of the moat, Feet half in the water, there in a row, Long hair in the wind afloat.

_Therefore, said fair Yoland of the flowers, This is the tune of Seven Towers.

_ If any will go to it now, He must go to it all alone, Its gates will not open to any row Of glittering spears: will _you_ go alone?

_Listen!

said fair Yoland of the flowers, This is the tune of Seven Towers.

_ By my love go there now, To fetch me my coif away, My coif and my kirtle, with pearls arow, Oliver, go to-day!

_Therefore, said fair Yoland of the flowers, This is the tune of Seven Towers.

_ I am unhappy now, I cannot tell you why;

If you go, the priests and I in a row Will pray that you may not die.

_Listen!

said fair Yoland of the flowers, This is the tune of Seven Towers.

_ If you will go for me now, I will kiss your mouth at last;

[_She sayeth inwardly.

_] (_The graves stand grey in a row.

_) Oliver, hold me fast!

_Therefore, said fair Yoland of the flowers, This is the tune of Seven Towers.

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