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While sending forth a quiet gleam
Across the wood's repose,
And o'er the twilight of the stream,
A lowly chapel rose.
A pathway to that still retreat
Thro' many a myrtle wound, And there a sight—how strangely sweet!
My steps in wonder bound.
For on a brilliant bed of flowers,
Even at the threshold made, As if to sleep thro' sultry hours,
fair child was laid.
To sleep?-oh! ne'er on childhood's eye,
And silken lashes press’d,
With such a weight of rest !
Yet still a tender crimson glow
Its cheek's pure marble dyed"Twas but the light's faint streaming flow
Thro’ roses heap'd beside.
I stoop'd—the smooth round arm was chill,
The soft lip's breath was fled, And the bright ringlets hung so still
The lovely child was dead!
66 Alas !” I cried, “fair faded thing!
Thou hast wrung bitter tears, And thou hast left a wo, to cling
Round yearning hearts for years !"
But then a voice came sweet and low
I turn'd, and near me sate
Pale, yet not desolate.
And in her still, clear, matron face,
All solemnly serene,
A shadow'd image I could trace
Of that young slumberer's mien.
“Stranger ! thou pitiest me,” she said,
With lips that faintly smiled, 66 As here I watch beside my dead,
My fair and precious child.
“ But know, the time-worn heart may
By pangs in this world riven, Keener than theirs who yield, like me,
An angel thus to Heaven !"
THE CAPTIVE KNIGHT.
The prisoned thrush may brook the cage,
Lady of the Lake.
'Twas a trumpet's pealing sound ! And the knight look'd down from the Paynim's tower, And a Christian host in its pride and power,
Thro' the pass beneath him wound.
“I knew 'twas a trumpet's note!
And I see my brethren's lances gleam,
And their plumes to the glad wind float!
“I am here, with my heavy chain! And I look on a torrent sweeping by, And an eagle rushing to the sky,
And a host, to its battle-plain! Cease awhile, clarion! Clarion, wild and shrill, Cease! let them hear the captive's voice-be still !
“ Must I pine in my fetters here? With the wild wave's foam, and the free bird's flight, And the tall spears glancing on my sight,
And the trumpet in mine ear? Cease awhile, clarion ! Clarion, wild and shrill, Cease! let them hear the captive's voice—be still !
They are gone! they have all pass'd by!
They have left me here to die !