23 May 2011
Magpie Tales # 67
The lady dreamed about her love
no appetite had she;
a meal, untouched upon her plate,
lay there for all to see.
Her reverie had brought to mind
an earlier, far off day
when Nicholas had brought a lute
and Father told him "Play!"
Sweet music touched her maiden-heart,
she fell beneath its spell,
but she'd been promised to a lord -
Nick was a ne'er do well.
"But father dear, I beg, I pray!
I do not love this man.
Lord Jasper's not the one I want!
Forgive me, if you can?"
Her Father, being wise and kind,
was minded to relent.
"If this be true, young Nicholas
must prove his good intent."
"I'll give to him a bag of gold
and if, in one year hence,
his efforts have increased its worth,
I'll grant he must have sense
enough to work for what he wants,
and you and he shall marry."
"Oh, Father dear, I'll gladly wait.
But ask him not to tarry!"
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