Claiming respect, yet waving state, His scheme of purposed guilt o'erthrown; Taxing his fancy to combine The face, the air, the voice divine, Reft of her honours, power, and state,1 Till to her rightful realm restored By destined hero's conquering sword. XXVI. "Such was my vision!" Edmund thought; 1 [MS." Of some fair princess of romance, Have I done this? I! who have swore, I would have traced its circle broad, To kiss the ground on which she trode !— Even now, beside the Hall's arch'd door, I saw his shadow cross the floor! He was to wait my signal strain— Young Wycliffe's troop are on their way— Alarm precipitates the crime! My harp must wear away the time." And then, in accents faint and low, He falter'd forth a tale of wo.1 XXVII. BALLAD. "And whither would you lead me then?" Quoth the Friar of orders gray; And the Ruffians twain replied again, "By a dying woman to pray." "I see,” he said, "a lovely sight, A sight bodes little harm, 1 [The MS. has not this couplet.] A lady as a lily bright, With an infant on her arm.' "Then do thine office, Friar gray, And see thou shrive her free!1 Else shall the sprite, that parts to-night, "Let mass be said, and trentrals read, And bid the bell of St. Benedict The shrift is done, the Friar is gone, Next morning all, in Littlecote Hall Wild Darrell is an alter'd man, He looks pale as clay, and strives to pray, If prince or peer cross Darrell's way, 1 [MS" And see thy shrift be true, Else shall the soul, that parts to-day, 2 See Appendix, Note P,-[to which the author in his in terleaved copy has made considerable additions.-ED.] XXVIII. "Harper! methinks thy magic lays," Their arms to gleam, their plumes to wave; File after file in order pass, Like forms on Banquo's mystic glass. Then, halting at their leader's sign, At once they form'd and curved their line, Hemming within its crescent drear Their victims, like a herd of deer. 1 [MS.-"Behind him came his savage crew, File after file in order due; Silent from that dark portal pass, Like forms on Banquo's magic glass."] Another sign, and to the aim Levell❜d at once their muskets came, ΧΧΙΧ. Back in a heap the menials drew; "O, haste thee, Wilfrid!" Redmond cried; "Undo that wicket by thy side! Bear hence Matilda -gain the wood- Wilfrid half led, and half he bore, Matilda to the postern-door, And safe beneath the forest tree, The Lady stands at liberty. The moonbeams, the fresh gale's caress, Renew'd suspended consciousness;— "Where's Redmond?" eagerly she cries: "Thou answer'st not-he dies! he dies! 1 [MS." Conduct Matilda," &c.] i |