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Updated: May 21, 2025
So the guests were led to table, and the feast began, within the hall and without it, and wide about the plain; and the Dayling maidens went in bands trimly decked out throughout all the host and served the warriors with meat and drink, and sang the overword to their lays, and smote the harp, and drew the bow over the fiddle till it laughed and wailed and chuckled, and were blithe and merry with all, and great was the glee on the eve of battle.
"Before I could read I was in the habit on a stormy day of spreading my arms to the wind and crying out, 'I hear a voice that's speaking in the wind, and the words 'far, far away' had always a strange charm for me." A late lyric has this overword, FAR, FAR AWAY! A boy of eight who knew the contemporary poets was more or less precocious.
Could there be a more poignant symbol of irreclaimable vanished things than that so happily hit on by the old ballade-maker: Nay, never ask this week, fair lord, Where they are gone, nor yet this year, Save with thus much for an overword But where are the snows of yester-year? Villon, as we know, has a melancholy fondness for asking these sad, hopeless questions of snow and wind.
You find that love is not sporadic, not individual, that it does not begin with you or end with you, that it does not dissociate you, and you do not warm to the world-organic kinship, you do not hear the overword of the poets and philosophers of all times, you do not see the visions that gladdened the star-forgotten nights of saints? The same surprise sweeps over the mind in reading Ecclesiastes.
The psalm of dedication was sung of which the overword is, "Lo, children are God's heritage," and the conclusion the verse which no Scot forgets the world over, perhaps because it contains, quite unintentionally, so delightful a revelation of his own national character "O happy is the man that hath His quiver filled with those: They unashamed in the gate Shall speak unto their foes."
Vaguely he tried to shape a ballade, a noble ballade in honour of all things good to eat. He had got at least an excellent overword. "A dish of tripe's the best of all." He mouthed the line with a relish, but his eyes were seeing straws and his stubbled chin scraped his breast. There came a click at the latch, but he did not heed it.
But for all that he rose not immediately, for the head of the young man whirled, and little drumming pulses beat in his temples. His heart cried within him like the overword of a song, "Does she hear? Will she care? Will this bring me nearer to her?" So that, in spite of his lord's command, he continued to kneel, till lusty James of Avondale came and caught him by the elbow.
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