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Love rules the court, the camp, the grove,
And men below, and saints above ;
For love is heaven, and heaven is love.

III.

730 thought Lord Cranstoun, as I ween,
* While, pondering deep the tender scene,
He rode through Branksome's hawthorn

green.
But the Page shouted wild and shrill,

And scarce his helmet could he don,
When downward from the shady hill

A stately knight came pricking on.
That warrior's steed, so dapple-grey,
Was dark with sweat, and splash'd with clay;

His armour red with many a stain ;
He seem'd in such a weary plight,
As if he had ridden the live-long night;
For it was William of Deloraine.

IV.
RUT no whit weary did he seem,

When, dancing in the sunny beam, He mark'd the crane on the Baron's crest; For his ready spear was in his rest.

Few were the words, and stern and high,

That mark'd the foemen's feudal hate; For question fierce, and proud reply,

Gave signal soon of dire debate.
Their very coursers seem'd to know
That each was other's mortal foe,
And snorted fire, when wheel'd around,
To give each knight his vantage ground.

V. .
SIN rapid round the Baron bent ;
He He sigh'd a sigh, and pray'd a prayer ;
The prayer was to his patron saint,

The sigh was to his ladye fair.
Stout Deloraine nor sigh'd nor pray'd,
Nor saint, nor ladye, call’d to aid ;
But he stoop'd his head, and couch'd his

spear,
And spurr'd his steed to full career.
The meeting of these champions proud
Seem'd like the bursting thunder-cloud.

VI.

LTERN was the dint the Borderer lent ! 3 The stately Baron backwards bent;

Bent backwards to his horse's tail, .
And his plumes went scattering on the gale ;
The tough ash spear, so stout and true,
Into a thousand flinders flew.
But Cranstoun's lance, of more avail,
Pierced through, like silk, the Borderer's.

mail ;
Through shield, and jack, and acton past,
Deep in his bosom broke at last.-
Still sate the warrior saddle-fast,
Till, stumbling in the mortal shock,
Down went the steed, the girthing broke,
Hurl'd on a heap lay man and horse.
The Baron onward pass'd his course ;
Nor knew—so giddy roll'd his brain-
His foe lay stretched upon the plain.

VII.
ARUT when he reind his courser round,
med And saw his foeman on the ground

Lie senseless as the bloody clay,
He bade his Page to stanch the wound,

And there beside the warrior stay,
And tend him in his doubtful state,

And lead him to Branksome castle-gate:
His noble mind was inly moved
For the kinsman of the maid he loved.
“ This shalt thou do without delay ;
No longer here myself may stay ;
Unless the swifter I speed away,
Short shrift will be at my dying day.”—

VIII.

WAY in speed Lord Cranstoun rode ;

The Goblin-Page behind abode ; His lord's command he ne'er withstood, Though small his pleasure to do good. As the corslet off he took, The Dwarf espied the Mighty Book ! Much he marvell’d, a knight of pride Like a book-bosom'd priest should ride : He thought not to search or stanch the

wound, Until the secret he had found.

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& HE iron band, the iron clasp,

Resisted long the elfin grasp : For when the first he had undone,

It closed as he the next begun.
Those iron clasps, that iron band,
Would not yield to unchristen'd hand,
Till he smeard the cover o'er
With the Borderer's curdled gore ;
A moment then the volume spread,
And one short spell therein he read,
It had much of glamour might,
Could make a ladye seem a knight ;
The cobwebs on a dungeon wall
Seem tapestry in lordly hall ;
A nut-shell seem a gilded barge,
A sheelingt seem a palace large,
And youth seem age, and age seem youth-
All was delusion, nought was truth.

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E had not read another spell,

When on his cheek a buffet fell,
So fierce, it stretch'd him on the plain,
Beside the wounded Deloraine.
From the ground he rose dismay'd,
And shook his huge and matted head ;
One word he mutter'd, and no more-

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