Long musing on these wondrous signs,

At length to rest the squire reclines, Broken and short; for still, between, Would dreams of terror intervene : Eustace did ne'er so blithely mark

The first notes of the morning lark.

END OF CANTO THIRD.

MARMION.

Introduction to Canto Fourth.

M

"Where is the life which late we led?"

That motley clown, in Arden wood,

Whom humorous Jaques with envy viewed,

Not even that clown could amplify,

On this trite text, so long as I.

Eleven years we now may tell,

Since we have known each other well;

Since, riding side by side, our hand

First drew the voluntary brand;