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Three tedious moons with cheerless ray
Had vainly gilt the face of night,
To bless his drooping Rena's sight.
When now the fourth her radiance shed, He came, and Victory's wreath was wove,
But, ah! around a lifeless head. Distracted at the blasting sight,
To yon tall cliff's o’erarching brow With heaving breast she urged her flight,
And would have sought the waves below. But while with frantic gaze she view'd ,
The foaming billows, void of fear, Faith strung each nerve, by grief subdued,
And whisper'd to her soul—forbear! And now, though Passion's storm was o'er,
Yet Melancholy's weeping eye Distill’d the slow and silent shower,
Till all the springs of life were dry. For this, around yon hallow'd grave
The myrtle and the laurel bloom; There sleep the lovely and the brave, 0, drop a tear upon their tomb !
HON, CHARLES F,
THE ELFIN KING.
- () SWIFT, and swifter far he speeds
Than earthly steed can run;
As he glides o'er the moorland dun.'-
Lone was the strath where he cross'd their path,
And wide did the heath extend,
At every seven year's end.
As the leaf before the gale,
Been heard on hill or dale.
Except on his falchion arm
The holy Trefoil's charm;
Delusions false and dim; And each unbless'd shade shall stand portray'd
In ghostly form and limb. 0, swift and swifter far he speeds
Than earthly steed can run"He skims the blue air,' said the brave St. Clair,
Instead of the heath so dun.
His cheeks like the rose's hue;
Are his pinions of glossy blue.'
On the dark brown moor I see;
And full fair I ween is he.
Nor ringlets sparkling bright;' Sir Geoffry cried, and forward hied
To join the stranger Knight.
He knew not the path of the lonely strath
Where the Elfin King went his round ; Or he never had gone with the Green Knight on,
Nor trod the charmed ground.
How swift they flew! no eye could view
Their track on heath or hill,
St. Clair did follow still.
And soon was seen a circle green,
Where a shadowy wassail crew, Amid the ring did dance and sing,
In weeds of watchet blue,
And the windlestrae so limber, and gray,
Did shiver beneath the tread
The morrice of the dead.
Come here, come here, with thy green feere, Before the bread be stale; To roundel dance with speed advance,
And taste our wassail ale.'
Then up to the Knight came a grizzly wight,
And sounded in his ear: • Sir Knight, eschew this goblin crew,
Nor taste their ghostly cheer.'—
The tabors rung, the lilts were sung,
And the Knight the dance did lead; But the maidens fair seem'd round him to stare With eyes like the glassy bead.
The glance of their eye, so cold and so dry,
Did almost his heart appal;
Like stony statues all.
When the roundel dance was o'er;
Or rue for evermore.'-
To the tables of ezlar red,
To grace the fair board head.
Of emerald smooth and green,
With mountain rubies sheen.
With heath-ale mantling o'er;
But mantled as before.
And cold as the corpse of clay;
And flutter'd o'er their prey.
A strange commotion ran,
Of the steps of an uncharm'd man.
From the midst of the wassail crew;
• What woful wight art thou,' said the Knight,
"To baunt this wassail fray ?''I was once,' quoth he, a mortal like thee,
Though now I'm an Elfin gray. * And the knight so bold as the corpse lies cold,
Who trod the greensward ring; He must wander along with that restless throng,
For aye, with the Elfin King.
• With the restless crew, in weeds so blue,
The hapless Knight must wend; Nor ever be seen on haunted green
Till the weary seven years' end.
• Fair is the mien of the Knight in Green,
And bright his sparkling hair; 'Tis hard to believe how malice can live
In the breast of aught so fair.
And light and fair are the fields of air,
Where he wanders to and fro;
To the realms of endless snow,
• When high over head fall the streamers * red,
He views the blessed afar;
To earth like a falling star.
• With his shadowy crew, in weeds so blue,
That Knight for aye must run,
* Northern lights,