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I had a son, a sea-boy, in
A ship at Hartland bay;
Green myrtle shores we fled;
To Elijah, gave us bread.
From England sent us word
In grief and gloom he heard.
Your wrath, defamed my child;
Believed, and were beguiled.
To roam the world ; and we
But so it might not be.
She bore a boy, Sir Bann,
As child e'er grew like man.'
While health bloomed on the moor,
As he hunted past our door.
And roused bis mother's pride ;
And where's the face,' she cried,
• Has witched my boy to wish for one
So wretched for his wife? Dost love thy husband? Know, my son
Has sworn to seek his life.'
Her anger sore dismayed us,
For our mite was wearing scant, And, unless that dame would aid us,
There was none to aid our want. So I told her, weeping bitterly,
Wbat all our woes had been; And, though she was a stern ladie,
The tears stood in her een. And she housed us both, when, cheerfully,
My child to her had sworn,
Would never wed Kinghorn."-
The abbot, standing by :
To our abbey came to die.
And band obdurate clenched,
And the fire that is not quenched.
He left atonement brief,
His guilt had wrung with grief. • There lived," he said, 'a fair young dame
Beneath my mother's roof;
Her purity was proof.
I feigned repentance, friendship pure;
That mood she did not check,
Be copied from her neck.
Took care to him was borne
And Jane's reported scorn.
My slave came back and lied
And swooned, and all but died. I felt her tears for
hate I bore her mate
Struck fire into my brain.
Sought out its champion ;
'Twas long and well laid on.
My foe's the Ritter Bann.'-
And we shrived the dying man.
The Turks at Warradein;
And brought a little page who poured
It out, and knelt and smiled :
To childhood in his child;
Laughed loud and wept anon,
The darling little one. “And where went Jane?"_" To a nunnery, Sir
Look not again so pale-
“ And has she ta'en the veil ?”
Rash words.”—They sat all three, And the boy played with the knight's broad star,
As he kept him on his knee. “ Think ere you ask her dwelling-place,"
The abbot further said ;
More deep than cloister's shade.
Scarce love perhaps for life.”
“ Or tell me where's my wife.” The priest undid two doors that hid
The inn's adjacent room,
Tears bathed her beauty's bloom.
Unnumbered hours of pain; Such was the throb and mutual sob
of the Knight embracing Jane.
Well may sleep present us fictions,
Since our waking moments teem With such fanciful convictions
As make life itself a dream.Half our daylight faith's a fable;
Sleep disports with shadows too,
As the world we wake to view.
I was cast on Ocean's strife;
Meant the sea of life.
Came, like gales of chilling breath ; Shadowed in the forward distance
Lay the land of death. Now seeming more, now less reraote, On that dim-seen shore, methought, I beheld two hands a space Slow unshroud a spectre's face; And my fiesh's hair upstood, 'Twas mine own similitude. But my soul revived at seeing
Ocean, like an emerald spark, Kindle, while an air-dropt being
Smiling steered my bark.