And canopied with golden pall, And warlike splendour; Henry sate; Illumining the vaulted roof, A thousand torches flamed aloof: And many a sunless solitude Of Radnor's inmost mountains rude,) To crown the banquet's solemn close, And to the strings of various chime, "O'er Cornwall's cliffs the tempest roar'd, * High the screaming sea-mew soar'd, "On Tintaggel's topmast tower "Darksome fell the sleety shower; "Round the rough castle shrilly sung "The whirling blast, and wildly flung "On each tall rampart's thundering side "The surges of e tumbling tide: "When Arthur ranged his red-cross ranks "On conscious Camlan's crimsoned banks : "By Mordred's faithless guile decreed "Beneath a Saxon spear to bleed! "Yet in vain a payuim foe "Arm'd with fate the mighty blow: *Tintaggel, or Tintadgal-castle, where king Arthur is said to have been born, and to have chiefly resided. Some of its huge fragments still remain, on a rocky peninsular cape, of a prodigious declivity, towards the sea, and almost inaccessible from the land side, on the southern coasts of Cornwall. "For when he fell, an elfin queen, "O'er his wounds she sprinkled dew "She pillow'd his majestick head, "O'er his brow, with whispers band, "Thrice she waved an opiate wand; "And to soft musick's airy sound, "Her magick curtains closed around. "There, renew'd the vital spring, Again he reigns a mighty king; "And many a fair and fragrant clime, "Blooming in immortal prime, By gales of Eden ever fann'd, "Owns the monarch's high command: "Thence to Britain shall return, (If right prophetick rolls I learn) Borne on victory's spreading plume, "His ancient sceptre to resume, "Once more, in old heroick pride, "And brave the tournaments of yore." They ceased, when on the tuneful stage "Listen, Henry, to my reed! Though much of old romantick lore "On the high theme I keep in store: "But boastful fiction should be dumb, Where truth the strain might best become, "If thine ear may still be won "With songs of Uther's glorious son; Henry, I a tale unfold, "Never yet in rhyme enroll'd, "Nor sung, nor harp'd in hall or bower; 66 Taught me to chant, one vernal dawn;] "What time the glistering vapours fled "When Arthur bow'd his haughty crest, "No princess, veil'd in azure vest, "Snatch'd him, by Merlin's potent spell,' "In groves of golden bliss to dwell; "Where crown'd with wreaths of misletoe, "Slaughter'd kings in glory go: "But when he fell, with winged speed, "His champions, on a milk-white steed, "From the battle's hurricane, "Bore him to Joseph's towred fane, |