A phantasm like a dream of night! And earth's green grass beneath his feet; A sound of military cheer, Faint - but it reached that sheltered spot; He heard, and it disturbed him not. There stood he, leaning on a lance Which he had grasped unknowingly, Had blindly grasped in that strong trance, That dimness of heart agony; There stood he, cleansed from the despair Of this brave Man, when he shall see Oh! hide them from each other, hide, Kind Heaven, this pair severely tried! He saw her where in open view She sate beneath the spreading yew, How could he choose but shrink or sigh? He shrunk, and muttered inwardly, 66 Might ever son command a sire, The act were justified to-day." This to himself- and to the Maid, Whom now he had approached, he said, "Gone are they, - they have their desire; And I with thee one hour will stay, To give thee comfort if I may." He paused, her silence to partake, And long it was before he spake : Then, all at once, his thoughts turned round, And fervent words a passage found. "Gone are they, bravely, though misled; With a dear Father at their head! The Sons obey a natural lord; The Father had given solemn word To noble Percy, and a force, Still stronger, bends him to his course. This said, our tears to-day may fall In deep and awful channel runs There were they all in circle- there Stood Richard, Ambrose, Christopher, John with a sword that will not fail, And Marmaduke in fearless mail, And those bright Twins were side by side; And there, by fresh hopes beautified, Stood He, whose arm yet lacks the power Of man, our youngest, fairest flower! I, by the right of eldest born, And in a second father's place, And would have laid his purpose by, Then be we, each, and all, forgiven! And smiles, that dared to take their place, But I in body will be there. See, hear, obstruct, or mitigate. Bare breast I take and an empty hand."* - Which he had grasped in that strong trance, Spurned it like something that would stand Between him and the pure intent Of love on which his soul was bent. "For thee, for thee, is left the sense Of trial past without offence To God or Man ;- such innocence, In that thy very strength must lie. To thee a woman, and thence weak; Hope nothing, I repeat; for we Are doomed to perish utterly: "Tis meet that thou with me divide The thought while I am by thy side, * See the Old Ballad, "The Rising of the North." |