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With beakers' clang, with harpers' lay,'
A gloomy fire, and on his brow
And call for pledge and lay, : : :
Seem gayest of the gay. i
Yet nought amiss the bridal throng !
She watch'd-yet fear'd to meet his glance, And he shunn'd her's ;-till when by chance They met, the point of foeman's lance
Had given a milder pang! Beneath the intolerable smart He writhed ;--then sternly mann'd his heart To play his hard but destined part,
And from the table sprang. « Fill me the mighty cup !” he said, - Erst own'd by royal Somerled. . . Fill it, till on the studded brim In burning gold the bubbles swim, And every gem of varied shine. Glow doubly bright in rosy wine !
To you, brave lord, and brother mine, 1. Of Lorn, this pledge I drink
The union of Our House with thine,
By this fair bridal-link!"- . ,
“Let it pass round !" quoth He of Lorn, 6. And in good-time-that winded horn
Must of the Abbot tell ;
The untasted goblet fell.
Returns like sun of May, ...
As glad of brief delay,
Respited for a day.
VI. “ Brother of Lorn," with hurried voice He said, “ And you, fair lords, rejoice!
Here, to augment our glee,' Come wandering knights from travel far, Well proved, they say, in strife of war,
And tempest on the sea. Ho! give them at your board such place As best their presences may grace,
And bid them welcome free !" With solemn step, and silver wand, The Seneschal the presence scann'd .. Of these strange guests; and well he knew How to assign their rank its due ;
For though the costly fürs That erst had deck'd their caps were torn, And their gay robes were over-worn,
And soild their gilded spurs, Yet such a high commanding grace Was in their mien and in their face,