Queen Summer or, The Tourney of the Lily and the Rose   By: Walter Crane (1845-1915)

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Queen Summer

or The Tourney of the Lily & the Rose

Walter Crane

Cassell & Co Ld:

Queen Summer or the Tourney of the Lily & the Rose penned & portrayed by Walter Crane

Cassell & Co: Ld: London: Paris: & Melbourne

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When Summer on the earth was queen She held her court in gardens green Fair hung with tapestry of leaves, Where threads of gold the sun enweaves With checquered patterns on the floor Of velvet lawns the scythe smoothes o'er: Their waving fans the soft winds spread Each way to cool Queen Summer's head: The woodland dove made music soft, And Eros touched his lute full oft.

Round Time's dial thronged the hours, Masking in the Masque of Flowers

Like knights and ladies fair be dight In silk attire, both red and white.

And as the winds about them played, And shook the flowers or disarrayed,

A whispered word among them goes Of how the Lily flouts the Rose,

Suitors for Summer's favor dear, To win the crown of all the year And how each champion brave would fight, Queen Summer to decide the right.

Then shrill the wind winged heralds blew; The lists were set in Summer's view,

With blazoned shields, & pennons spruce Of fluttering flag & fleur de luce:

And spread with 'broidered hangings gay, Till all was ready for the fray.

Between their banners white and red, Of Rose and Lily overhead, Queen Summer took her judgment seat, Whom all the crowd of flowers did greet.

The silver arum trumpet's sound With tongues of gold, & to the ground The shining champions each did ride, Their party colours flaunting wide.

Came first the glowing Rose in view, With crimson pennon fluttering new; With glittering spines all armed he came, With lance and shield a rose aflame; With tossing crest and mantling free, On fiery steed, a sight to see!

Nor long the Lily knight delayed; In silver armour white arrayed, He flashed like light upon the scene, A lamp amid the garden green. Milk white his horse, & housings fair With silver lilies shining there.

The summer winds the onset blew: With level lance each champion flew,

And clashed together, mid a snow Of petals on the grass below.

Pressed eager then the gazing rows: Some cried, "the Lily", some, "the Rose" But while the fate of battle hung, Again the silver trumpets sung;

And, sudden charging from each side, Of Roses and of Lilies ride A host to still maintain the strife For roses or for lilies' life

Rose favoured knights of maidens true, Their pennons blushing with each hue Of Rose craft, since from wild thorn frail Their order grew through dark & pale Of maiden bloom to damask deep, Or Gloire de Dijon that doth keep Enfolded fire within his breast, Still golden hearted like the rest.

Like a cloud of morn they bore, Or rosy wave on grassy shore, That, breaking, dashed the silver spray Thay met the Lily lances play; In crested legends on that came Against them snow & burning flame Mixing with the crimson flood Of roses & their fragrant blood,

Whereof the grass undue was rife, As surged & rolled the floral strife, With checquered fortune o'er the green, Until at last up rose the Queen: