Ye pleasant sights of leaf and flower:
Ye pleasant sounds of bird and bee:
Ye sports of deer in sylvan bower:
Ye feasts beneath the
greenwood tree:
Ye baskings in the vernal sun:
Ye slumbers in the summer dell:
Ye trophies that this arm has won:
And must ye hear your friar's
farewell?
But the friar's
farewell was not destined to be eternal.
He was domiciled as the family confessor of the earl and
countess of Huntingdon, who led a
discreet and courtly life,
and kept up old
hospitality in all its munificence,
till the death of King Richard and the usurpation of John,
by placing their enemy in power, compelled them to return to
their
greenwoodsovereignty; which, it is
probable, they would
have before done from choice, if their love of sylvan liberty
had not been counteracted by their desire to
retain the friendship
of Coeur-de-Lion. Their old and tried adherents, the friar
among the
foremost, flocked again round their forest-banner;
and in merry Sherwood they long lived together, the lady still
retaining her former name of Maid Marian, though the appellation
was then as much a misnomer as that of Little John.
THE END.