DOROTHY Q 's mother: her age, I guess, mers, or something less; ut womanly air; e forehead with uprolled hair; r has never kissed; and slender wrist; es of stiff brocade; ed the little maid. parrot green and broods serene. anvas full in view, a rent the light shines through, entury's fringe of dust, ed-Coat's rapier-thrust! le the lady old, ghter's daughter, told. ter was none may tell, st was not over well; DOROTHY Q Hard and dry, it must be confessed, And in her slender shape are seen Hint and promise of stately mien. Look not on her with eyes of scorn, Ay! since the galloping Normans came, O Damsel Dorothy! Dorothy Q.! Strange is the gift that I owe to you; Save to a daughter or son might bring, All my tenure of heart and hand, All my title to house and land; DOROTHY Q sister and child and wife sorrow and death and life! ndred years ago hut lips had answered No, the tremulous question came e maiden her Norman name, he folds that look so still welled with the bosom's thrill? I, or would it be nother to nine tenths me? reath of a maiden's Yes: t gossamer stirs with less; cable that holds so fast the battles of wave and blast, n echo of speech and song n the babbling air so long! tones in the voice that whisthen ear to-day in a hundred men. DOROTHY Q O lady and lover, how faint and far all their own, A goodly record for Time to show It shall be a blessing, my little maid! I will heal the stab of the Red-Coat's blade, And live untroubled by woes and fears |