Upon the Stair I See My Lady Stand
(Rondel.)
Upon the stair I see my lady stand,
Her hair is like the gleaming gold of dawn,
And, like the laughing sunbeam on the lawn,
The radiant smile by which her lips are spanned.
A chiselled marvel seems her slender hand
What time she waves it ere my steps are gone;
Upon the stair I see my lady stand,
Her hair is like the gleaming gold of dawn.
Through the green covert that the breeze has fanned
She fleets as graceful as the flexile fawn;
She is the star to which my soul is drawn
When shadows drive the daylight from the land.
Upon the stair I see my lady stand,
Her hair is like the gleaming gold of dawn.
Clinton Scollard.