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When every bodily sense is as it slept,
475 And in his
heart Sometimes misgave me.
I had told him all The mighty future labouring in my breast, But that the hour, methought, not yet was come.
“ At length I heard of Orleans, by the foe 480 Wall'd in from human help: thither all thoughts All hopes were turn'd; that bulwark beaten down, All were the invaders. Then my troubled soul Grew more disturb’d, and shunning every eye, I loved to wander where the woodland shade 485 Was deepest, there on mightiest deeds to brood Of shadowy vastness, such as made my heart Throb loud : anon I paused, and in a state Of half expectance, listen’d to the wind.
“ There is a fountain in the forest call'd
It ever hath been deem'd their favourite tree,
that never evil thing approach'd Unpunish'd there. The strange and fearful pleasure Which fill'd me by that solitary spring, Ceased not in riper years; and now it woke Deeper delight, and more mysterious awe. 510
“A blessed spot! Oh how my soul enjoy'd
my And when the thunders peal'd, and the long flash
Hung durable in heaven, and on my sight
529 Spread the grey forest, memory, thought, were gone, All sense of self annihilate, I seem'd Diffused into the scene.
“ At length a light Approach'd the spring ; I saw my Uncle Claude ; His grey locks dripping with the midnight storm, He came, and caught me in his arms, and cried My God! my child is safe !
“ I felt his words Pierce in my heart; my soul was overcharged; I fell upon his neck and told him all ;
538 God was within me, as I felt, I spake, And he believed.
“ Aye, Chieftain ) and the world Shall soon believe my mission; for the LORD Will raise up indignation and pour on't His wrath, and they shall perish who oppress."
AND now beneath the horizon westering slow
locks Moved to the breeze and on his wither'd face The characters of age were written deep. 16 Them, louting low with rustic courtesy, He welcomed in; on the white-ember'd hearth Heapt up fresh fuel, then with friendly care Spread out his homely board, and fill'd the bowl 20 With the red produce of the vine that arch'd
His evening seat; they of the plain repast
“ Strangers, your fare is homely,” said their Host, “ But such it is as we poor countrymen
25 Earn with our toil: in faith ye are welcome to it! I too have borne a lance in younger days; And would that I were young again to meet These haughty English in the field of fight; Such as I was when on the fatal plain
30 Of Agincourt I met them.
" Wert thou then A sharer in that dreadful day's defeat ?” Exclaim'd the Bastard : “ Didst thou know the Lord Of Orleans ?”
« Know him ?” cried the veteran, “ I saw him ere the bloody fight began
35 Riding from rank to rank, his beaver up, The long lance quivering in his mighty grasp. His eye was wrathful to an enemy, But for his countrymen it had a smile
39 Would win all hearts. Looking at thee, Sir Knight, Methinks I see him now; such was his eye, Gentle in peace, and such his manly brow.”
“ No tongue but speaketh honour of that name!"