Heroines of the Crusades
Most peerless was her beauty found, Her favor and her face ; A sweeter creature iu this world Did never prince embrace.
Her crisped locks like threads of gold
Appeared to each man's sight,
Her sparkling eyes like orient pearls
Did cast a heavenly light ;
The blood withiu her crystal cheeks
Did such a color drive,
As if the lily and the rose
For mastership did strive.
Yea, Rosamond, fair Rosamond,
Her name was called so,
To whom dame Eleanor our queen
Was known a deadly foe.
The king therefore for her defence
Against the furious queen,
At Woodstock budded such a bower,
The like was never seen.
Most curiously that bower was built
Of stone and timber 6trong,
One hundred and fifty doors
Did to this bower belong ;
And they so cunningly contrived
With turnings round about,
That none but with a clew of thread
Could enter in or out.
And for his love and lady's sake That was so fair and bright, The keeping of this bower he gave Unto a valiant knight. But Fortune, that doth often frown Where she before did smile, The king's delight, the lady's joy Full soon she did beguile.
For why, the king's ungracious son Whom he did high advance, Against his father raised wars Within the realm of France. But yet before our comely king The English land forsook, Of Rosamond, his lady fair, His farewell thus he took.