"Bodas hacian en Francia." THERE were stately nuptials in France, In the royal town of Paris: Who is it leads the dance? The lovely Lady Beatriz. Who is it gazes on her, With looks so earnest and bright? 'Tis her noblest Page of Honour, Don Martin, Count and Knight. The bride and her maidens advance -- Young Count, why lookest thou so? Are thy dark eyes fixed on the dance, Or on me? Oh! I fain would know. I gaze not upon the dance, Sweet Beatriz, lady mine; For many a galliard I've seen in France, But never such beauty as thine. Then if thou lovest me so, young Count, Oh! take me away with thee; For nor gay nor young, though a prince's son, Is the bridegroom they'd wed with me. There was mourning in France, I ween, In the royal town of Paris; For no more was seen either Count Martin Or the lovely Lady Beatriz. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MAN'S VOCATION IS NOBODY'S BUSINESS by JAMES GALVIN BEARING LEAVES AGAIN by DAVID IGNATOW THE PASSING OF THE EX-SLAVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: ALMA BELL TO THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |