860 As thick a smoke these hearths have given Just then the soldiers filled the dome, 870 They broke, they yielded, fell, or fled, XXXIV Soon murkier clouds the hall enfold Than e'er from battle-thunders rolled, So dense the combatants scarce know To aim or to avoid the blow. Smothering and blindfold grows fight 880 the But soon shall dawn a dismal light! XXXV 910 But ceased not yet the hall within HE T 940 And where is Bertram ? - Soaring high, The general flame ascends the sky; In gathered group the soldiers gaze Upon the broad and roaring blaze, When, like infernal demon, sent Red from his penal element, To plague and to pollute the air, His face all gore, on fire his hair, Forth from the central mass of smoke The giant form of Bertram broke ! His brandished sword on high he rears, Then plunged among opposing spears; Round his left arm his mantle trussed, Received and foiled three lances' thrust; Nor these his headlong course withstood, Like reeds he snapped the tough ashwood. In vain his foes around him clung; With matchless force aside he flung Their boldest, -as the bull at bay Tosses the ban-dogs from his way, Through forty foes his path he made, And safely gained the forest glade. 950 960 The ready palfreys stood arrayed For Redmond and for Rokeby's maid; Two Wilfrid on his horse sustain, One leads his charger by the rein. But oft Matilda looked behind, As up the vale of Tees they wind, Where far the mansion of her sires Beaconed the dale with midnight fires. In gloomy arch above them spread, The clouded heaven lowered bloody red; Beneath in sombre light the flood Appeared to roll in waves of blood. Then one by one was heard to fall The tower, the donjon-keep, the hall. Each rushing down with thunder sound A space the conflagration drowned; Till gathering strength again it rose, Announced its triumph in its close, Shook wide its light the landscape o'er, Then sunk and Rokeby was no more! CANTO SIXTH I THE summer sun, whose early power That morning sun has three times seen 970 980 10 20 30 ROKEBY The bittern screamed from rush and flag, ears, Or prowling by the moonbeam cool Watches the stream or swims the pool; Perched on his wonted eyrie high, Sleep sealed the tercelet's wearied eye, That all the day had watched so well The cushat dart across the dell. In dubious beam reflected shone That lofty cliff of pale gray stone Beside whose base the secret cave To rapine late a refuge gave. The crag's wild crest of copse and yew On Greta's breast dark shadows threw, Shadows that met or shunned the sight With every change of fitful light, As hope and fear alternate chase Our course through life's uncertain race. III Gliding by crag and copsewood green, A solitary form was seen To trace with stealthy pace the wold. Like fox that seeks the midnight fold, And pauses oft, and cowers dismayed At every breath that stirs the shade. He passes now the ivy bush, The owl has seen him and is hush; He passes now the doddered oak, He heard the startled raven croak; Lower and lower he descends, Rustle the leaves, the brushwood bends; The otter hears him tread the shore, And dives and is beheld no more; And by the cliff of pale gray stone The midnight wanderer stands alone. Methinks that by the moon we trace A well-remembered form and face! 50 60 70 80 That stripling shape, that cheek so pale, Combine to tell a rueful tale, Of powers misused, of passion's force, Of guilt, of grief, and of remorse! 'Tis Edmund's eye at every sound That flings that guilty glance around; 'Tis Edmund's trembling haste divides The brushwood that the cavern hides; And when its narrow porch lies bare 'Tis Edmund's form that enters there. 90 IV 100 His flint and steel have sparkled bright, A lamp hath lent the cavern light. Fearful and quick his eye surveys Each angle of the gloomy maze. Since last he left that stern abode, It seemed as none its floor had trode; Untouched appeared the various spoil, The purchase of his comrades' toil; Masks and disguises grimed with mud, Arms broken and defiled with blood, And all the nameless tools that aid Night-felons in their lawless trade, Upon the gloomy walls were hung Or lay in nooks obscurely flung. Still on the sordid board appear The relics of the noontide cheer: Flagons and emptied flasks were there, And bench o'erthrown and shattered chair; And all around the semblance showed, As when the final revel glowed, When the red sun was setting fast And parting pledge Guy Denzil past. 'To Rokeby treasure vaults!' they quaffed, 110 And shouted loud and wildly laughed, Nor paused till deep beneath the ground Fear not!' he said; but who could hear That deep stern voice and cease to fear? 160 Fear not!- By heaven, he shakes as much Sit,' Bertram said, from danger free: 170 My prisoner right?"-"At thy be hest." And long since had their union been For such restraint well meant and kind, IX 230 His prisoners' safety Wycliffe swore; Unfit alike for good or ill! 260 But what fell next?'-Soon as at large X 'Of Eglistone! - Even now I passed,' Said Bertram, as the night closed fast; 270 Torches and cressets gleamed around, Block, axe, and sawdust ready laid. She loves him not - 't is shrewdly guessed 'There Lies mystery more dark and rare. He broke the seal - his cheek showed change, Sudden, portentous, wild, and strange; 29 XI 370 "As in the pageants of the stage The dead awake in this wild age, Mortham whom all men deemed decreed In his own deadly snare to bleed, Slain by a bravo whom o'er sea He trained to aid in murdering me, Mortham has 'scaped! The coward shot The steed but harmed the rider not." Here with an execration fell Bertram leaped up and paced the cell:Thine own gray head or bosom dark,' He muttered, may be surer mark!' Then sat and signed to Edmund, pale With terror, to resume his tale. 'Wycliffe went on:"Mark with what flights Of wildered reverie he writes: THE LETTER "Ruler of Mortham's destiny! Though dead, thy victim lives to thee. 310 |