Don Folquet And Other Poems

120 To JOYCE KILMER JULY 30, 1918 . . 121 THE SIGH FOR DEIRDRE 126 THE MOTHERS OF HEAVEN .... 128 AD LIMINA 130 NIGHTINGALE TO THE LARK . . . . 131 ALGONKIN SPRING 132 FULFILMENT 135 DON FOLQUET ANDOTHER POEMS DON FOLQUET I THE apple orchards on the hills were white With blossoms, and the languid clouds beyond Lifted like polar mountains in the blue. There where the little road went down the vale Beside the River Argens, Folquet heard The springtime murmuring across the lands, The chirruping of birds, the herdsman s voice, The human echoes from the fields afar. And yet he came not from his hidden lodge Among the trees, but with a thoughtful eye He marked the throngs of dames and gal lants pass Upon their dappled palfreys, brightly gay, Under the blosmy archway of the road, 13 --This text refers to an alternate Paperback edition.