VI. Full many a maid her true-love met, VII. Nor joy nor smile for Helen sad; For none could tell her William's fate, VIII. The martial band is past and gone; And in distraction's bitter mood She weeps with wild despair. IX. "O rise, my child," her mother said, "Nor sorrow thus in vain ; 1 A perjured lover's fleeting heart "O. mother, what is X. gone, is gone, What's lost for ever lorn: Death, death alone can comfort me; O had I ne'er been born! XI. "O break, my heart, O break at once! Drink my life-blood, Despair! No joy remains on earth for me, . ⠀ For me in heaven no share.”m, mi XII. "O enter not in judgment, Lord!" The pious mother prays; "Impute not guilt to thy frail child! She knows not what she says. XIII. "O say thy pater noster, child! His will, that turn'd thy bliss to bale, XIV. "O mother, mother, what is bliss? O mother, what is bale? My William's love was heaven on earth, Without it earth is hell. 66 XV. "Why should I pray to ruthless Heaven, Since my loved William's slain? I only pray'd for William's sake, XVI. "O take the sacrament, my child, By resignation's humble prayer, XVII. "No sacrament can quench this fire, No sacrament can bid the dead XVIII. "O break, my heart, O break at once! Be thou my god, Despair! Heaven's heaviest blow has fallen on me, And vain each fruitless prayer.”· XIX. "O enter not in judgment, Lord, With thy frail child of clay! She knows not what her tongue has spoke; Impute it not, I pray! XX. "Forbear, my child, this desperate woe, XXI. "O mother, mother, what is bliss? O mother, what is bale? Without my William what were heaven, Or with him what were hell?" XXII. Wild she arraigns the eternal doom, Till, spent, she sought her silent room, XXIII. She beat her breast, she wrung her hands, Till sun and day, were o'er, And through the glimmering lattice shone The twinkling of the star. XXIV. Then, crash the heavy drawbridge fell XXV. The clank of echoing steel was heard As off the rider bounded; A heavy footstep sounded. XXVI. And hark! and hark! a knock-Tap! tap! At length a whispering voice. XXVII. "Awake, awake, arise, my love! How, Helen, dost thou fare? Wak'st thou, or sleep'st? laugh'st thou, or weep'st? Hast thought on me, my fair?". XXVIII. 66 My love! my love!-so late by night!→ Much have I borne since dawn of morn; XXIX. "We saddle late-from Hungary I rode since darkness fell; And to its bourne we both return XXX. "O rest this night within my arms, And warm thee in their fold! Chill howls through hawthorn bush the wind:My love is deadly cold." XXXI. "Let the wind howl through hawthorn bush! This night we must away; The steed is wight, the spur is bright; XXXII. “Busk, busk, and boune! Thou mount'st behind Upon my black barb steed: O'er stock and stile, a hundred miles, XXXIII. "To-night-to-night a hundred miles! O dearest William, stay! The bell strikes twelve-dark, dismal hour! XXXIV. "Look here, look here- the moon shines clear Full fast I ween we ride; Mount and away! for ere the day We reach our bridal bed. XXXV. "The black barb snorts, the bridle rings; |