82 
THE TALE OF ARCHAIS 
Make fiends their shape dissemble. 
Freedom forbids their tyrannous reign here, 
Flee to their prison must they, nor deceive ; 
Love had a lightning that shall strip them clear, 
Truth through the curtain of the dark shall 
reave. 
Ye love, O happy ones and chaste, 
Ye love, and light indwells your eyes ; 
Truth is the girdle of your waist, 
Ye play before the gates of pearl of 
Paradise. 
Happy lovers, dwell together 
In the isles of golden weather, 
Free of tyranny and tether, 
Roam the world, linked hand in hand, 
Moonlight for your sleep, and breezes 
Fresh from where the Ocean freezes, 
And the cold Aurora stands 
With new lilies in her hands. 
Happy lovers, twilight falls, 
Let us leave you for a while, 
Guarding all the golden walls 
With the weapon of a smile. 
Silver arrows from the maiden 
With new labours laden