Thy presence here doth calm the winds
sate the mind, and calm the tongue.
In gratitude I pass the chalice of wine
to sup across the waters where thou be.
Suffer not at this plight
that will pass in a forth night
when the moon doth come the quarter
Venus and Mars shall be the guide
to thine ever attending side.
For the comfort of the castle is the best to be
Lord and Lady, he on his knee
and she a partner to the dance
in the sands, or on the grass.
Suffer not thy head with grief
the lass is best to know the leaf
of golden pastures round the bend
when homeward bound thou comest again.
bentfeather (c)