II. With beakers' clang, with harpers' lay, gay, The Island Chieftain feasted high; A gloomy fire, and on his brow Or fell but on his idle ear Like distant sounds which dreamers hear. Then would he rouse him, and employ Each art to aid the clamorous joy, And call for pledge and lay, And, for brief space, of all the crowd, As he was loudest of the loud, Seem gayest of the gay. III. Yet nought amiss the bridal throng IV. She watch'd-yet fear'd to meet his glance, And he shunn'd her's ;-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 mann'd his heart To play his hard but destined part, And from the table sprang. "Fill me the mighty cup!" he said, Glow doubly bright in rosy wine! To you, brave lord, and brother mine, Of Lorn, this pledge I drink→→ The union of Our House with thine, V. "Let it pass round!" quoth He of Lorn, "And in good time-that winded horn 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. VI. "Brother of Lorn," with hurried voice He said," and you, fair lords, rejoice! Come wandering knights from travel far, Ho! give them at your board such place As best their presences may grace, And bid them welcome free!" With solemn step, and silver wand, Of these strange guests; and well he knew For, though the costly furs That erst had deck'd their caps were torn, And their gay robes were over-worn, And soil'd their gilded spurs, Yet such a high commanding grace Was in their mien and in their face, |