30 All in the castle must hold them still, Harpers must lull him to his rest With the slow soft tunes he loves the best Till sleep sink down upon his breast, Like the dew on a summer hill. V Answered him Richard de Bretville; he Was chief of the baron's minstrelsy, 'Silent, noble chieftain, we Have sat since midnight close, 289 60 When such lulling sounds as the brooklet sings Murmured from our melting strings, And hushed you to repose. Had a harp-note sounded here, It had caught my watchful ear, Although it fell as faint and shy As bashful maiden's half-formed sigh When she thinks her lover near.' Answered Philip of Fasthwaite tall; He kept guard in the outer-hall, 'Since at eve our watch took post, Not a foot has thy portal crossed; Else had I heard the steps, though low And light they fell as when earth receives In morn of frost the withered leaves That drop when no winds blow.' VI 70 Then come thou hither, Henry, my page, Whom I saved from the sack of Hermitage, When that dark castle, tower, and spire, Rose to the skies a pile of fire, And reddened all the Nine-stane Hill, 79 And the shrieks of death, that wildly broke Through devouring flame and smothering smoke, Made the warrior's heart-blood chill. And ride to Lyulph's tower, 90 100 "That maid is born of middle earth And may of man be won, Though there have glided since her birth But where's the knight in all the north Listen, youth, to what I tell, Nor muse that I commence the rhyme 140 150 X LYULPH'S TALE 'King Arthur has ridden from merry Car lisle When Pentecost was o'er: He journeyed like errant-knight the while And sweetly the summer sun did smile On mountain, moss, and moor. Above his solitary track Rose Glaramara's ridgy back, Amid whose yawning gulfs the sun Cast umbered radiance red and dun, Though never sunbeam could discern The surface of that sable tarn, In whose black mirror you may spy The stars while noontide lights the sky. The gallant king he skirted still The margin of that mighty hill; Rock upon rocks incumbent hung, And torrents, down the gullies flung, Joined the rude river that brawled on, Recoiling now from crag and stone, Now diving deep from human ken, And raving down its darksome glen. The monarch judged this desert wild, With such romantic ruin piled, Was theatre by Nature's hand For feat of high achievement planned. For he left that lady so lovely of cheer To follow adventures of danger and fear; And the frank-hearted monarch full little Dark at the base, unblest by beam, With toil the king his way pursued XIII 210 220 'Paled in by many a lofty hill, As jealous of a foe; 230 With iron studded, clenched, and barred, And pronged portcullis, joined to guard The gloomy pass below. But the gray walls no banners crowned, Upon the watchtower's airy round No warder stood his horn to sound, No guard beside the bridge was found, And where the Gothic gateway frowned 240 Glanced neither bill nor bow. Three times; nor living thing he spied, 291 250 In concert with the rushing stream In summons blithe and bold, The tyrant of the wold. XV 260 A hundred torches flashing bright Dispelled at once the gloomy night That loured along the walls, And showed the king's astonished sight The inmates of the halls. Nor wizard stern, nor goblin grim, Nor giant huge of form and limb, Nor heathen knight, was there; But the cressets which odors flung aloft Showed by their yellow light and soft A band of damsels fair. 280 290 |