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When the bell tolld one, and the moon was
bright, And I dug his chamber among the dead, When the floor of the chancel was stained
red, That his patron's cross might over him wave, And scare the fiends from the Wizard's grave.
“SaT was a night of woe and dread,
When Michael in the tomb I laid ! Strange sounds along the chancel pass'd, The banners waved without a blast,"— -Still spoke the Monk, when the bell toll’d
one ! I tell you, that a braver man Than William of Deloraine, good at need, Against a foe ne'er spurrd a steed; Yet somewhat was he chill'd with dread, And his hair did bristle upon his head.
XVII. “ O, Warrior ! now, the Cross of Red
Points to the grave of the mighty
Within it burns a wondrous light,
hand, The grave's huge portal to expand.
XVIII. WITH beating heart to the task he went ; Theo His sinewy frame o'er the grave-stone
bent ; With bar of iron heaved amain, Till the toil-drops fell from his brows, like
rain. It was by dint of passing strength, That he moved the massy stone at length. I would you had been there, to see How the light broke forth so gloriously,
Stream'd upward to the chancel roof,
And, issuing from the tomb,
xix. REFORE their eyes the Wizard lay, 22. As if he had not been dead a day. His hoary beard in silver rolld, He seem'd some seventy winters old ;
A palmer's amice wrapp'd him round, With a wrought Spanish baldric bound,
Like a pilgrim from beyond the sea : His left hand held his Book of Might; A silver cross was in his right;
The lamp was placed beside his knee : High and majestic was his look, At which the fellest fiends had shook, And all unruffled was his face : They trusted his soul had gotten grace.
Rode through the battle's bloody plain, And trampled down the warriors slain,
And neither known remorse nor awe ; Yet now remorse and awe he own'd; His breath came thick, his head swam
round, When this strange scene of death he saw. Bewilder'd and unnerved he stood, And the priest pray'd fervently and loud : With eyes averted prayed he ; He might not endure the sight to see, Of the man he had loved so brotherly.
XXI. MIND when the priest his death-prayer had A pray'd, Thus unto Deloraine he said : “Now, speed thee what thou hast to do, Or, Warrior, we may dearly rue ; For those, thou may'st not look upon, Aregathering fast round the yawning stone!"Then Deloraine, in terror, took
From the cold hand the Mighty Book,
frown'd ;t But the glare of the sepulchral light, Perchance, had dazzled the warrior's sight.
e tomb, The night return'd in double gloom ; For the moon had gone down, and the stars
were few; And, as the Knight and Priest withdrew, With wavering steps and dizzy brain, They hardly might the postern gain. 'Tis said, as through the aisles they pass’d, They heard strange noises on the blast; And through the cloister-galleries small, Which at mid-height thread the chancel wall, Loud sobs, and laughter louder, ran, And voices unlike the voice of man ; As if the fiends kept holiday, Because these spells were brought to day.