Hm. Nes Poems
The Tale Of William Tell
The arrow flew, but none could tell
If apple pierced or humble son,
Until one or the other fell-
Determined contest lost or won.
The dart flew like a bat from hell
Toward Walter, son of William Tell.
Sir William Tell refused to bow
Before the lords who ruled the land.
And hated they his stubborn prow,
But feared the crossbow in his hand.
'He must be forced to bend somehow! '
So swore they all with solemn vow.
And then: 'A contest we shall call!
'Let William shoot his famous bow
'At distance great and target small,
'And so by doing he can...
Dearest darkness, flayed, in scarlet-
Broken dreams, treacherous ghosts, fears
Never cease molesting your beauty dear.
Only you, only you dare not fail
To declare the coming light.
None but you, none but you compel,
Propel me into flight.