bide

But sister Maude, oh sister Maude,

Bide _you_ with death and sin.

For love’s sake and good will.

I seek My one, for all there bide of Mine

Ninety and nine.

The bees and birds, their happy labors done,

Seek their close nests and bide.

And birds for[204] Memnon yearly shall be slain.

Now in her tender arms I sweetly bide,

If ever, now well lies she by my side.

Endures the lie[461] and knocks about the ears,

Whilst in his sheath his sleeping sword doth bide;

A gull is he which wears good handsome clothes,

The magic of mysteriousness;

For there 'bide charming Wonders three,

Besides, Sweet, thee,

Which once was all the life years held for thee,

Can now scarce bide the tides of memory

Cast on thy soul a little spray of tears,--

There she, beholding me with milder look,

sought not to fly, but fearless still did bide,

till I in hand her yet half trembling took,