THE LORD OF LANTURLU.
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IDEA, METRE AND REFRAIN CRIBBED FROM THE FRENCH OF GABRIEL VICAIRE AS SET FORTH IN Le Figaro OF MARCH 30, 1895 (q. v.).
When swallows southward flew, Forth rode in armor fair Guy, Lord of Lanturlaire And Lanturlu. Vowed he to cross the brine, Pausing not night nor day, That he might Paynims slay In Palestine. Faithful a knight and true As you’d find anywhere, Guy, Lord of Lanturlaire And Lanturlu. Half a league on his way Met him a shepherdess, Beaming in loveliness, Sweet as young day. Gazed in her eyes of blue, Saw Love in hiding there, Guy, Lord of Lanturlaire And Lanturlu. “Let the foul Paynim wait,” Plead Love, “and rest with me; Sullen and cold the sea, Here’s brighter fate.” ... When swallows northward flew, Back to his home did fare Guy, Lord of Lanturlaire And Lanturlu. Led he his charger gray, Bearing a shepherdess Beaming with loveliness, Sweet as young day. White lambs, beribboned blue, Herded with anxious care Guy, Lord of Lanturlaire And Lanturlu. Fine sport of him they made, Knights famous, old and lone, Strength, youth and hope all gone In the Crusade. But in their hearts they knew, “He hath the better fare— Guy, Lord of Lanturlaire And Lanturlu.” G. F. W.
