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“Let it pass round !" quoth He of Lorn, “And in good time--that winded horn
Must of the Abbot tell ;
The untasted goblet fell.
Returns like sun of May,
As glad of brief delay,
Respited for a day.
“ Brother of Lorn," with hurried voice
Here, to augment our glee,
And tempest on the sea.
And bid them welcome free !"
For, though the costly furs That erst had deck'd their caps were torn, And their gay robes were over-worn,
And soild their gilded spurs, Yet such a high commanding grace Was in their mien and in their face,
As suited best the princely dais,
And royal canopy ; And there he marshall’d them their place,
First of that company.
Then lords and ladies spake aside,
looks the error chide, That gave to guests unnamed, unknown, A place so near their prince's throne;
But Owen Erraught said, « For forty years a seneschal, To marshal guests in bower and hall
Has been my honour'd trade.
And 'gainst an oaken bough
In higher place than now.”_
“ I, too," the aged Ferrand said, “ Am qualified by minstrel trade
Of rank and place to tell ;Mark'd the
younger stranger's eye, My mates, how quick, how keen, how high,
How fierce its flashes fell,
any save his
peers to look ?
And yet it moves me more,
Scann'd the gay presence o'er,
The lady too-though closely tied
The mantle veil both face and eye, Her motions' grace it could not hide,
Nor could her form's fair symmetry.”
Suspicious doubt and lordly scorn
And whisper'd closely what the ear
Then question'd, high and brief,
With Carrick's out-law'd Chief?