XIV. They sought, together, climes afar, And deemed, that spirits from on high, XV. Fitztraver! O what tongue may say, His harp called wrath and vengeance down; He left, for Naworth's iron towers, With Howard, still, Fitztraver came; Lord William's foremost favourite he, XVI. FITZTRAVER. Twas All-soul's eve, and Surrey's heart beat high! Albeit, betwixt them roared the ocean grim; That he should see her form in life and limb, And mark, if still she loved, and still she thought of him. XVII. Dark was the vaulted room of gramarye, To which the wizard led the gallant knight, On cross, and character, and talisman, XVIII. But soon within that mirror, huge and high, Part lighted by a lamp, with silver beam, Placed by a couch of Agra's silken loom, And part by moonshine pale, and part was hid in gloom. XIX. Fair all the pageant-but how passing fair The slender form which lay on couch of Ind! O'er her white bosom strayed her hazel hair, Pale her dear cheek, as if for love she pined; All in her night-robe loose, she lay reclined, And, pensive, read from tablet eburnine, Some strain, that seemed her inmost soul to findThat favoured strain was Surrey's raptured line, That fair and lovely form, the Ladye Geraldine. XX. Slow rolled the clouds upon the lovely form, O'er my beloved Master's glorious day. The gory bridal bed, the plundered shrine, The murdered Surrey's blood, the tears of Geraldine ! XXI. Both Scots, and Southern chiefs, prolong These hated Henry's name as death, Still nods their palace to its fall, Thy pride and sorrow, fair Kirkwall! Thence oft he marked fierce Pentland rave, As if grim Odinn rode her wave; And watched, the whilst, with visage pale, And throbbing heart, the struggling sail; |