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10. For o'er his soul, like an April gust, To have told her of his wedded state,
To awaken the young flowers driven, When her heart and hopes were Came the thoughts of Elizabeth, sad high; and pale,
To have told her of his Bretagne mate Like a seraph that pined for heaven. Were to have bidden her die. He knew her lovely as May morning, He mused on her matchless loveliness,
Pure, chaste, as the new-fallen snow: On her bright, bold, artless mind; And could he leave uncheer’d to break, But alas ! his heart, like Noah's dove, A heart that loved him so ?
No haven of rest could find !
[dight, The barque is launch'd-before the With harness bright for the path beprow
The ready palfrey stood; [rein, The hissing billows of foam divide; The page seized hold of the silken And Sir Eliduc sails for Elizabeth, And away they hied through the Whatever fate betide.
wood. Fresh blew the breeze-soon the waste 'Neath the linden tree watch'd Eliduo, wide seas
cross'd, Behind was moor'd his barque; By that bounding barque were But he leapt to his feet when ElizaAnd at Totness, with the purple dawn, beth He lay beside the coast.
Came riding up through the dark !
6. Beneath the sheltering rocks they “ Welcome, welcome, my love, my moor’d,
life!"In a wild lone woodland cove
In a moment, within his arms “ Now haste thy message, page,” he Lay the heaving breast of the young cried,
princess, “ To the ladye of my love.
In the bloom of her virgin charms. And tell her that for her we wait, “ To sea, to sea, my mariners !” 'Mid this forest by the sea;
The white sails are unfurld; Linger till eve by the palace gate, Behind the barque the land withdrew;
And hurry her thence with thee." Before the white waves curl'd.
7. Without stop or stay, the fleet page Oh bliss of bliss-a lovely night!
O'er moor and o'er meadow ran, The winds breathed gently free, Till he saw young Elizabeth, ’mid the The stars, a galaxy of light, shrubs
Shower'd fire upon the sea ; And flowers of the palace lawn. And on and on, they bore and And he hath knelt and whisper'd there, bore
And she hath heard and sigh'd,- The beauteous and the brave, Lo! he waits in the copse by the pos- Till green Bretagne display'd its tern-gate
shore, Till the grey of eventide.
Like a cloud above the wave.
8. When but one star shone like a torch Sudden changed the sky-a tempest On departing daylight's tomb,
fierce To the wistful page she comes-she Fell brooding ; and lo! the gale,
Like an evil spirit from hell let loose, Like an angel through the gloom. Split the mast and rent the sail ! With light quick step like a startled And the mountain waves rear'd their fawn,
crested heads, She hasten'd her through the grove, And the lightnings scorch'd the sky, A short, warm mantle, with ermined And the mariners on their patron fringe,
saints Thrown her splendid dress above. In supplication cry:
11. But from the helm, with upraised 'Twas silence all ;-the wild winds fell,
And the clouds dispersed away: An old man leapt, and said
All the stars grew pale, save the morn« On St Clement and St Nicolas, ing star sirs,
That heralded the day :In vain ye call for aid,
With a bubbling groan the old man On Mary Mother in vain ye callAll, Sir Eliduc, for thee
The mariners sat with in-drawn Hath the wrath of Heaven o'ertaken
breath; us ;
To Bretagne's shore the vessel bore Throw thy paramour in the sea,- 'Twas like a ship of death.
12. “ And return, return to thy wedded 'Twas silence all: the brightening wife !"
east « Wedded wife!" pale Elizabeth Proclaim'd the coming day; cried,
With many a shriek, from crag and With a shriek gave up her startled life, creek And fell dead by his side.
The seamews skimm'd the bay, He held her wrist-her lips he kiss'd- While sad and silent they glide along No word his fate deplored ;
Till the beetling shore they reach, But Sir Eliduc seized the old man's Then, with dead Elizabeth in his waist
arms, And toss'd him overboard.
Strode Eliduc from the beach.
12. Sir Eliduc came home-he sate " Then farewell love--and farewell With his elbow leant on knee;
ye, He spoke not a word of wail, nor The vanities of life: sigh'd,
Oh would, fair light, that thou had'st Though bowd to earth was he
lived, 6. Oh tell me why, Sir Eliduc,
To shine his peerless wife :Thou peak'st, and pin'st, and roam'st As it is, I'll love the sun no more, astray ?"
Let to others his beams be given ; “ Ask the tree, by the forky lightnings I'll seal mine ears to the sounds of seathed,
earth, Why wither its boughs away! And give my heart to heaven !".
8. " Ask the forest oak why down it falls
Beneath the woodman's stroke; Ask life, when death the tyrant calls,
Why it yields to such a yoke."Through the wood, in morning's soli
The gentlest, purest, holiest there;
She kneels in fervent prayer:
He hath built a marble tomb,
And within it laid the foreign maid And in as she went, with timid eyes,
In the wild wood's central gloom : Through its twilight gloom she With railings of gold he hath railed it gazed.
round, Why starts she back? She sees a couch Beside the hermit's mossy cell ; With coverlet of snow;
He hath lock'd it with a silver She lifted it up in her wonderment, key, And a lady slept below!
And bidden a last farewell. 10.
15. She slept-but 'twas the sleep of death. 'Twas a lone sequester'd place; through Ah! nothing could compare
boughs With the sparkling of her jewell'd The sky o’erhead was seen ; robes,
And wild vines ran the stems about, And the pearls in her raven hair, And festooning ivy green ; Save her form-and that was quite 'Twas a favourite haunt for nightindivine !
gales She look'd as of heaven she dream'd, Singing the moonlight through ; While the lustre of her loveliness, And by day the living emerald shade
Like a halo round her stream'd. Echo'd the stock dove's coo.
18. The war-steed neighs--but not from 'Twas a glorious, glowing September stall —
eve, Caparison'd by the gate ;
As the knight rode down the dale ; The cuirass hangs not on the wall, The broad low sun shone along the As it hath hung of late:
land, His own keen hands have wiped And kiss'd his burnish'd mail : away
Hawk, hound, and horse roam masterThe red rust from his sword,
lessWhich again sends out a silvery His serving-men grow greygleam,
His roofs are moss'd;—'tistwenty years As if it knew its lord.
Since the warrior went away!
Traditions in the East are imperishable, and the singularly romantic genius of the country often invests them with the mingled force of superstition and fancy. Among the most frequent and favourite of these traditions, is the descent of angels enamoured of earthly beauty--a tale evidently formed on the language of the Pentateuch, alluding to the first défection of the patriarchal family—the “sons of God,” the Sethites, allying themselves with the “ daughters of men,” the descendants of Cain. The « Loves of the Angels,” by the poet Moore, gives the history; the following lines are the mere transcript of the idea :
“ Rest thee, rest thee, weary stranger, “Haste thee,haste thee, weeping beauty Now the day is falling dim;
Hark, I hear the lion's roar; Wilt thou dare the forest ranger ? Pilgrim sweet of love and duty,
Wilt thou tempt the torrent's brim?" We have reach'd my cottage door. “ Holy Bramin, I must wander Ancient Bramin, till to-morrow Over mount and over wave;
Sees the sunbeam tinge the sky, See, the vision beckons yonder, Wilt thou shield a child of sorrow,
Leading to an unknown grave." Who but asks of Heaven to die?" • Gentle maiden, 'tis the taper “ Mine, young maiden, is no bower Of the spirit of the wold,
Hung with gold and silken pall; As, upon his car of vapour,
Sorrow is an humble flower, On he sweeps, blue, bright, and cold." Fittest for the cottage wall." “ Man of age, I must not linger Now, beneath the straw-wove awning, Till the noble dead is found ;
Sit the maiden and the sage; See, the spectre's shadowy finger Till the silver morn-star dawning,
Pointing to the erimson ground." Light her on her pilgrimage.
Taste this goblet, lovely maiden, « Come," he cries, 6 earth's loveliest Taste these fruits, and weep no
Come, and be thy lover's bride ; Let old age be anguish-laden,
Where celestial roses shower, Tears of youth should soon be o'er." Where is pour'd joy's richest tide. Of the purple grape she tasted, • When I came, a pilgrim lowly, Tasted of the Shiraz wine ;
Sent to mark the world's decline; Still she saw the fruits unwasted, Then I found thee, bright and holy
Still the brimming goblet shine! One pure diamond in the mine. But what strains are round her flowing? “ With no earthly flame I loved thee,
What wild sweets are on the wind ? Thine, too, was no earthly flame ; Sudden radiance o'er her glowing, Still thro' pain and woe I proved thee,
Sudden spells around her twined. Still thy faith no pang could tame. To the minstrel sounds ascending, " Then to absence long I left thee; Swift the cottage walls arise ;
Still thy sigh in secret stole ; Now its thatch is o'er her bending, Nay, when time of hope bereft thee, Lovely as the sunset skies.
Still my image fill’d thy soul. Painted with a thousand glories, “ Sweet one, I was watching o'er thee, Arching like a rosy cloud,
Ever loving, ever nigh, Passion's high heroic stories
When the tempest onward bore thee, On its golden roof embow'd.
When the tiger bounded by.
“ Now thy weary way is ended,
Thou hast found mine only tomb; With thy lover's spirit blended,
Leave, oh leave this world of gloom !"
Now the rush of thousand pinions,
Mix'd with harps, is heard afar, Stooping from their blue dominions,
Children of the Vesper-star. Where is gone the ancient stranger?
Whither shall the maiden fly?. Yet what heart can dream of danger,
In that splendour-flashing eye ?
Lip to lip, like new-born roses,
Was the vow of passion seal'd
Golden chariots, topaz-wheeld.
Diamonds on the caftan glitter'd All with joy celestial blushing
Flies she to her lover's arms;
To that angel smile be known? Spirit's love, and woman's charms. Now, with glorious beauty beaming, On the air her bright adorer, Stands the Bramin, wing’d and Spreading his empurpled wings, crown'd;
Like shaft of lightning bore Spirit, with heaven's lustre gleaming her. On his brow the star-drops bound. While upon his neck she clings.
Now is reached the starry portal,
Now her angel wreath is won;
Sits she on her lover's throne.