The menials will thy voice obey; Let his commission have its way, Then, in a whisper, - 'Take thy sword! I hear his hasty step-farewell!' CANTO SECOND I FAR in the chambers of the west, The gale had sighed itself to rest; And Arkingarth, lay dark afar; While as a livelier twilight falls, Emerge proud Barnard's bannered walls. High crowned he sits in dawning pale, The sovereign of the lovely vale. II What prospects from his watch-tower high Gleam gradual on the warder's eye! Far sweeping to the east, he sees Down his deep woods the course of Tees,1 These silver mists shall melt away And dew the woods with glittering spray. Then in broad lustre shall be shown That mighty trench of living stone, And each huge trunk that from the side III Nor Tees alone in dawning bright Shall rush upon the ravished sight; But many a tributary stream Each from its own dark cell shall gleam: Staindrop, who from her sylvan bowers Salutes proud Raby's battled towers; 1 See Note II. The rural brook of Eglistone, And Balder, named from Odin's son; And silver Lune from Stanmore wild, Yet longed for Roslin's magic glade? Who, wandering there, hath sought to change Even for that vale so stern and strange Where Cartland's crags, fantastic rent, Through her green copse like spires are sent? Yet, Albin, yet the praise be thine, Thy scenes and story to combine! Thou bid'st him who by Roslin strays List to the deeds of other days; 'Mid Cartland's crags thou show'st the cave, The refuge of thy champion brave; . Giving each rock its storied tale, IV Bertram awaited not the sight Which sunrise shows from Barnard's height, While misty dawn and moonbeam pale By Barnard's bridge of stately stone Their winding path then eastward cast, V Stern Bertram shunned the nearer way Through Rokeby's park and chase that lay, And, skirting high the valley's ridge, They crossed by Greta's ancient bridge, 1 See Note 12. |