All gazed at length in silence drear,
Unbroke, save when, in comrade's ear
Some yeoman, wondering in his fear,

Thus whispered forth his mind:-
« Saint Mary! saw'st thou ere such sight?
How pale his cheek, his eye how bright,
Whene'er the fire-brand's fickle light

Glances beneath his cowl!
Full on our Lord he sets his eye;
For his best palfrey, would not I

Endure that sullen scowl.”—

VJI. But Marmion, as to chase the awe Which had thus quelled their hearts, who saw The ever-varying fire-light show That figure stern and face of wo,

Now called upon a squire « Fitz-Eustace, know'st thou not some lay, To speed the lingering night away?

We slumber by the fire."

VIII.
“ So please you,” thus the youth rejoined,

Our choicest minstrel's left behind.
Il may we hope to please your ear,
Accustomed Constant's strains to hear.
The harp full deftly can he strike,
And wake the lover's late alike;

To dear Saint Valentine, no thrush
Sings livelier from a spring-tide bush;
No nightingale her love-lorn tune

More sweetly warbles to the moon. * Wo to the cause, whate'er it be,

Detains from us his melody,
Lavished on rocks, and billows stern,
Or duller monks of Lindisfarn.
Now must I venture as I may,
To sing his favourite roundelay."

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IX. A deep and mellow voice he had, The air he chose was wild and sad; Such have I heard, in Scottish land, Rise from the busy harvest band, When falls before the mountaineer, On lowland plains, the ripened ear. Now one shrill voice the notes prolong, Now a wild chorus swells the song: Oft have I listened and stood still, As it came softened up the hill, And deemed it the lament of men Who languished for their native glen; And thought, how sad would be such sound On Susquehanna's swampy ground, Kentucky's wood-encumbered brake, Or wild Ontario's boundless lake, Where heart-sick exiles, in the strain, Recalled fair Scotland's bills again!

X.

SONG.
Where shall the lover rest,

Whom the fates sever
From his true maiden's breast,

Parted for ever?
Where, through groves deep and high,

Sounds the far billow, Where early violets die, Under the willow.

CHORUS. Eleu loro, &c. Soft shall be his pillow.

There, through the summer day,

Cool streams are laving; There, while the tempests sway,

Scarce are boughs waving; There, thy rest shalt thou take,

Parted for ever,
Never again to wake,
Never, 0 never.

CHORUS.
Eleu loro, &c. Never, O never.

XI.
Where shall the traitor rest,

He, the deceiver,
Who could win maiden's breast,-
Rain, and leave her?

In the lost battle,

Borne down by the flying,
Where mingles war's rattle,
With groans of the dying.

CHORUS.
Eleu loro, &c. There shall he be lying.

Her wing shall the eagle flap,

O'er the false-hearted;
His warm blood the wolf shall lap,

Ere life be parted.
Shame and dishonour sit

By his grave ever;
Blessing shall hallow it
Never, O never

CHORUS
Eleu loro, &c. Never, O never.,

XII.
It ceased, the melancholy sound;
And silence sunk on all around.
The air was sad; but sadder still

It fell on Marmion's ear,
And plained as if disgrace and ill,

And shameful death, were near.
He drew his mantle past his face,

Between it and the band,
And rested with his head a space,

Reclining on his hand.

His thoughts I scan not; but I ween,
That, could their import have been seen,
The meanest groom in all the hall,
That e'er tied courser to a stall,
Would scarce have wished to be their prey,
For Lutterward and Fontenaye.

XIII.
High minds, of native pride and force,
Most deeply feel thy pangs, Remorse!
Fear, for their scourge, mean villians have,
Thou art the torturer of the brave;
Yet, fatal strength, they boast to steel
Their minds to bear the wounds they feel;
E'en while they writhe beneath the smart
Of civil conflict in the heart.
For soon Lord Marmion raised his head,
And, smiling, to Fitz-Eustace said :-

Is it not strange, that, as ye sung,
Seemed in mine ear a death-peal rung,
Such as in nunneries they toll
For some departing sister's soul ?

Say, what may this portend ?"-
Then first the Palmer silence broke,
(The live-long day he had not spoke,)

«« The death of a dear friend."

XIV.
Marmion, whose steady heart and eye
Ne'er changed in worst extremity;