Austin,-Remember'st thou, my Clare, How thou didst blush, when the old man, When first our infant love began, Said we would make a matchless pair? Menials, and friends, and kinsmen fled Oft Austin for my reason fear'd, He begg'd of me a boonIf e'er my deadliest enemy Beneath my brand should conquer'd lie, Even then my mercy should awake, And spare his life for Austin's sake. VII. "Still restless as a second Cain, None cared which tale was true: "A word of vulgar augury, The Palmer's cowl was gone,) Then had three inches of my blade The heavy debt of vengeance paid,My hand the thought of Austin staid; I left him there alone. O good old man! even from the gra That broke our secret speech- A tale of peace to teach. IX. "Now here, within Tantallon Holi, And Harry Hotspur forced to yield, men; The rest were all in Twisel glen. X. "There soon again we meet, my Clare! then Risk new-found happiness again, Where we, content and poor, Thy task on dale and moor? That reddening brow!-too well I know, Not even thy Clare can peace bestow, While falsehood stains thy name: Go then to fight! Clare bids thee go! Clare can a warrior's feelings know, And weep a warrior's shame; Can Red Earl Gilbert's spirit feel, Buckle the spurs upon thy heel, And belt thee with thy brand of steel, And send thee forth to fame!” XI. That night, upon the rocks and bay, The midnight moonbeam slumbering lay, And pour'd its silver light, and pure, Through loop-hole, and through embra zure, Upon Tantallon tower and hall; But chief where arched windows wide Two veterans of the Douglas' wars, Though two grey priests were there, And each a blazing torch held high, You could not by their blaze descry The chapel's carving fair. Amid that dim and smoky light, Chequering the silvery moonshine bright, A bishop by the altar stood, A noble lord of Douglas blood, More pleased that, in a barbarous age, Some giant Douglas may be found So pale his face, so huge his limb, XII. Then at the altar Wilton kneels, And judge how Clara changed her hue, I dub thee knight. And Bishop Gawain, as he rose, For He, who honour best bestows, May give thee double." De Wilton sobb'd, for sob he must"Where'er I meet a Douglas, trust That Douglas is my brother!""Nay, nay," old Angus said, "not so; To Surrey's camp thou now must go, Thy wrongs no longer smother. I have two sons in yonder field; And, if thou meet'st them under shield, Upon them bravely-do thy worst; And foul fall him that blenches first!" XIII. Not far advanced was morning day, And Douglas gave a guide: The ancient Earl, with stately grace, Would Clara on her palfrey place, And whisper'd in an under tone, "Let the hawk stoop, his prey is flown."The train from out the castle drew, But Marmion stopp'd to bid adieu :— "Though something I might plain,” he said, "Of cold respect to stranger guest, Sent hither by your King's behest, While in Tantallon's towers I staid; Part we in friendship from your land, And, noble Earl, receive my hand." But Douglas round him drew his cloak, Folded his arms, and thus he spoke: "My manors, halls, and bowers, shall still Be open, at my Sovereign's will, XIV. Burn'd Marmion's swarthy cheek like fire, And shook his very frame for ire, And-"This to me!" he said,"An 'twere not for thy hoary beard, Such hand as Marmion's had not spared To cleave the Douglas' head! And, first, I tell thee, haughty Peer, He, who does England's message here, Although the meanest in her state, May well, proud Angus, be thy mate: And, Douglas, more I tell thee here, Even in thy pitch of pride, Here in thy hold, thy vassals near, (Nay, never look upon your lord, And lay your hands upon your sword,) I tell thee, thou 'rt defied! And if thou said'st, I am not peer To any lord in Scotland here, Lowland or Highland, far or near, Lord Angus, thou hast lied !"- To beard the lion in his den, And hopest thou hence unscathed to go? No, by Saint Bride of Bothwell, no! Up drawbridge, grooms-what, War der, ho! Let the portcullis fall."— Lord Marmion turn'd,-well was h need, And dash'd the rowels in his steed, Like arrow through the archway sprung, The ponderous grate behind him rung To pass there was such scanty room, The bars, descending, razed his plume. XV. The steed along the drawbridge flies, He halts, and turns with clenched han But soon he rein'd his fury's pace: "A royal messenger he came, XVI. The day in Marmion's journey wore; Yet, ere his passion's gust was o'er, They cross'd the heights of Stanrig moor. His troop more closely there he scann'd, But he preferr'd"—"Nay, Henry, cease! Thou sworn horse-courser, hold thy peace. Eustace, thou bear'st a brain-I pray What did Blount see at break of day?" XVII. "In brief, my lord, we both descried (For then I stood by Henry's side) The Palmer mount, and outwards ride, Upon the Earl's own favourite steed: All sheathed he was in armour bright, And much resembled that same knight, Subdued by you in Cotswold fight: Lord Angus wish'd him speed.". The instant that Fitz-Eustace spoke, A sudden light on Marmion broke ;"Ah! dastard fool, to reason lost!" He mutter'd; "'Twas nor fay nor ghost I met upon the moonlight wold, But living man of earthly mould.O dotage blind and gross! Had I but fought as wont, one thrust Had laid De Wilton in the dust, My path no more to cross.How stand we now?-he told his tale To Douglas; and with some avail; 'Twas therefore gloom'd his rugged brow. Will Surrey dare to entertain, 'Gainst Marmion, charge disproved and vain? Small risk of that, I trow. Yet Clare's sharp questions must I shun; Must separate Constance from the NunO, what a tangled web we weave, When first we practise to deceive! A Palmer too!-no wonder why I felt rebuked beneath his eye: I might have known there was but one, Whose look could quell Lord Marmion." XVIII. Stung with these thoughts, he urged to speed His troop, and reach'd, at eve, the Tweed, Where Lennel's convent closed their march; (There now is left but one frail arch, Yet mourn thou not its cells; Our time a fair exchange has made; Hard by, in hospitable shade, A reverend pilgrim dwells, Well worth the whole Bernardine brood, That e'er wore sandal, frock, or hood.) Yet did Saint Bernard's Abbot there Give Marmion entertainment fair, And lodging for his train and Clare. Next morn the Baron climb'd the tower, To view afar the Scottish power, Encamp'd on Flodden edge: The white pavilions made a show, Like remnants of the winter snow, Along the dusky ridge. Long Marmion look'd:—at length his eye Unusual movement might descry Amid the shifting lines: The Scottish host drawn out appears, The eastern sunbeam shines. ing; Their flank inclining, wheeling, bending, Now drawing back, and now descending, The skilful Marmion well could know, They watch'd the motions of some foe, Who traversed on the plain below. XIX. Even so it was. From Flodden ridge The Scots beheld the English host Leave Barmore-wood, their evening post, And heedful watch'd them as they cross'd The Till by Twisel Bridge. High sight it is, and haughty, while And, sweeping o'er the Gothic arch, To gain the opposing hill. And many a chief of birth and rank, XX. And why stands Scotland idly now, And sees, between him and his land, Between him and Tweed's souther strand, His host Lord Surrey lead? What 'vails the vain knight-errant' brand? O, Douglas, for thy leading wand! The precious hour has pass'd in vain, XXI. Ere yet the bands met Marmion's eye, Between Tweed's river and the hill, Foot, horse, and cannon:-hap what hig My basnet to a prentice cap. Lord Surrey's o'er the Till!— Yet more! yet more !-how far array They file from out the hawthorn shade And sweep so gallant by ! With all their banners bravely spread. And all their armour flashing high, Saint George might waken from the dead To see fair England's standards fly." |