VECANTO SECOND I FILL the bright goblet, spread the festive board! Summon the gay, the noble, and the fair!! Through the loud hall in joyous concert poured, Let mirth and music sound the dirge of Care! But ask thou not if Happiness be there, If the loud laugh disguise convulsive throe, Or if the brow the heart's true livery wear; Lift not the festal mask! — enough to know, No scene of mortal life but teems with mortal woe. II With beakers' clang, with harpers' lay, Like distant sounds which dreamers hear. And, for brief space, of all the crowd, Seemed gayest of the gay. III Yet nought amiss the bridal throng Marked in brief mirth or musing long; The vacant brow, the unlistening ear, They gave to thoughts of raptures near, And his fierce starts of sudden glee Seemed bursts of bridegroom's ecstasy. Nor thus alone misjudged the crowd, Since lofty Lorn, suspicious, proud, And jealous of his honoured line, And that keen knight, De Argentine 1 → From England sent on errand high The western league more firm to tie 1 See Note 77. And watched with agony and fear Her wayward bridegroom's varied cheer. She watched IV yet feared to meet his glance, And he shunned hers; - till when by chance They met, the point of foeman's lance Had given a milder pang! Beneath the intolerable smart He writhed; - then sternly manned his heart To play his hard but destined part, And from the table sprang. Fill it, till on the studded brim Glow doubly bright in rosy wine! To you, brave lord, and brother mine, V 'Let it pass round!' quoth he of Lorn, 'And in good time that winded horn 1 See Note 78. Must of the abbot tell; The laggard monk is come at last.' And on the floor at random cast The untasted goblet fell. But when the warder in his ear Tells other news, his blither cheer Returns like sun of May, When through a thunder-cloud it beams! Lord of two hundred isles, he seems As glad of brief delay As some poor criminal might feel When from the gibbet or the wheel Respited for a day. 'Brother of Lorn,' with hurried voice He said, 'and you, fair lords, rejoice! Here, to augment our glee, Come wandering knights from travel far, Well proved, they say, in strife of war And tempest on the sea. Ho! give them at your board such place As best their presences may grace, With solemn step and silver wand, Of these strange guests, and well he knew How to assign their rank its due; 1 For though the costly furs That erst had decked their caps were torn, And soiled their gilded spurs, As suited best the princely dais And there he marshalled them their place, First of that company. VII Then lords and ladies spake aside, That gave to guests unnamed, unknown, 'For forty years a seneschal, To marshal guests in bower and hall 1 See Note 79. |