The hern flew east, the hern flew west, She bare her over the fair forest. Lully, lullay; lully, lullay; The falcon hath stool'n my mate away. She bare her up, she bare her down, She bare her over the heath so brown. She bare her over the meadows green. And all to espy what might be seen. O, then she saw an orchard fair, Where groweth many an apple and pear. And in that orchard there standeth a hall That hanged was with purple and pall. And in that hall there standeth a bower Was all clad over with lily flower. And in that bower there standeth a bed With silken sheets, and gold so red. And in that bed there lieth a knight Whose wounds are bleeding both day and night. And under that bed there runneth a flood, Was half of water and half of blood. And by that bed there standeth a stone, And a leal maiden was set thereon. With silver needle and silken thread Stemming the wounds where they did bleed. Lully, lullay; lully, lullay; The falcon hath stol'n my mate away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVOYS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WE FACE THE FUTURE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WOMAN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ON A TUFT OF GRASS by EMMA LAZARUS GENEVIEVE AND ALEXANDRA (2) by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ON A LADY SINGING by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE UNDERGRADUATE KILLED IN BATTLE; OXFORD, 1915 by GEORGE SANTAYANA |