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The CONCLUSION TO Part I
Beauteous in a wilderness,
Each matin bell, the Baron saith,
It was a lovely sight to see
Amid the jagged shadows
To make her gentle vows;
more bright than clear, Each about to have a tear. With open eyes (ah, woe is me!) Asleep, and dreaming fearfully, Fearfully dreaming, yet I wis, Dreaming that alone, which is
295 O sorrow and shame! Can this be she, The lady, who knelt at the old oak tree? And lo! the worker of these harms, That holds the maiden in her arms, Seems to slumber still and mild, As a mother with her child. A star hath set, a star hath risen, O Geraldine! since arms of thine Have been the lovely lady's prison. O Geraldine! one hour was thine Thou'st had thy will! By tairn and rill, The night-birds all that hour were still. But now they are jubilant anew, From cliff and tower, tu-whoo! tu-whoo! Tu-whoo! tu-whoo! from wood and
fell! And see! the lady Christabel Gathers herself from out her trance; Her limbs relax, her countenance Grows sad and soft; the smooth thin lids Close o'er her
and tears she sheds Large tears that leave the lashes bright! And oft the while she seems to smile As infants at a sudden light! Yea, she doth smile, and she doth weep, Like a youthful hermitess,
And hence the custom and law began
Saith Bracy the bard, “So let it knell! 345
The air is still! through mist and cloud 360
Puts on her silken vestments white,
Alas! they had been friends in youth;
They parted — ne'er to meet again!
ingThey stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between; But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
And Christabel awoke and spied 370
395 Enter the Baron's presence-room. The Baron rose, and while he prest His gentle daughter to his breast, With cheerful wonder in his eyes The lady Geraldine espies, And gave such welcome to the same, As might beseem so bright a dame!
O then the Baron forgot his age,
kenned In the beautiful lady the child of his friend!
Which when she viewed, a vision fell "And when he has crossed the Irthing Upon the soul of Christabel,
flood, The vision of fear, the touch and pain! My merry bard! he hastes, he hastes She shrunk and shuddered, and Up Knorren Moor, through Halegarth again
Wood, (Ah, woe is me! Was it for thee,
And reaches soon that castle good Thou gentle maid! such sights to see?) Which stands and threatens Scotland's Again she saw that bosom old,
wastes. Again she felt that bosom cold, And drew in her breath with a hissing “Bard Bracy! bard Bracy! your horses are sound:
fleet, Whereat the Knight turned wildly Ye must ride up the hall, — your music round,
so sweet, And nothing saw, but his own sweet More loud than your horses' echoing maid
feet! With eyes upraised, as one that prayed. And loud and loud to Lord Roland call, The touch, the sight, had passed away, Thy daughter is safe in Langdale hall! And in its stead that vision blest,
Thy beautiful daughter is safe and free — Which comforted her after-rest,
Sir Leoline greets thee thus through me! While in the lady's arms she lay,
He bids thee come without delay 505 Had put a rapture in her breast,
With all thy numerous array;
And he will meet thee on the way
foam: Made answer, “All will yet be well!” And, by mine honor! I will say, I ween, she had no power to tell That I repent me of the day Aught else: so mighty was the spell. When I spake words of fierce disdain
To Roland de Vaux of Tryermaine! Yet he who saw this Geraldine
475 For since that evil hour hath flown, 515 Had deemed her sure a thing divine. Many a summer's sun hath shone; Such sorrow with such grace she blended, Yet ne'er found I a friend again As if she feared she had offended
Like Roland de Vaux of Tryermaine.” Sweet Christabel, that gentle maid! And with such lowly tones she prayed 480 The lady fell, and clasped his knees, She might be sent without delay
Her face upraised, her eyes o'erflowHome to her father's mansion.
“Nay! And Bracy replied, with faltering voice, Nay, by my soul!" said Leoline.
His gracious Hail on all bestowing: “Ho! Bracy the bard, the charge be thine! “Thy words, thou sire of Christabel, Go thou, with music sweet and loud, 485 Are sweeter than my harp can tell; And take two steeds with trappings proud, Yet might I gain a boon of thee, 525 And take the youth whom thou lov'st best This day my journey should not be, To bear thy harp, and learn thy song, So strange a dream hath come to me, And clothe you both in solemn vest,
That I had vowed with music loud And over the mountains haste along, 490 To clear yon wood from thing unblest, Lest wandering folk, that are abroad, Warned by a vision in my rest! 530 Detain you on the valley road.
For in my sleep I saw that dove,
That gentle bird, whom thou dost love, She turned her from Sir Leoline;
That o'er her right arm fell again;
540 And the lady's eyes they shrunk in her
head, "And in my dream, methought, I went Each shrunk up to a serpent's eye, 585 To search out what might there be found; And with somewhat of malice, and more of And what the sweet bird's trouble meant,
dread, That thus lay fluttering on the ground. At Christabel she looked askance! I went and peered, and could descry One moment — and the sight was filed! No cause for her distressful cry;
But Christabel in dizzy trance But yet for her dear lady's sake
Stumbling on the unsteady ground 590
no sight but one!
So deeply had she drunken in
And passively did imitate
That look of dull and treacherous hate! Thus Bracy said: the Baron, the while, And thus she stood, in dizzy trance, Half-listening heard him with a smile; 565 Still picturing that look askance Then turned to Lady Geraldine,
With forced unconscious sympathy His eyes made up of wonder and love; Full before her father's view – And said in courtly accents fine,
As far as such a look could be "Sweet maid, Lord Roland's beauteous In eyes so innocent and blue! dove,
And when the trance was o'er, the maid With arms
more strong than harp or Paused awhile, and inly prayed: song,
570 Then falling at the Baron's feet, Thy sire and I will crush the snake!” “By my mother's soul do I entreat He kissed her forehead as he spake, That thou this woman send away!” And Geraldine in maiden wise
She said: and more she could not say: Casting down her large bright eyes, For what she knew she could not tell, With blushing cheek and courtesy fine O'er-mastered by the mighty spell.
Why is thy cheek so wan and wild,
died, Might prove her dear lord's joy and
pride! That prayer her deadly pangs beguiled,
Sir Leoline! And wouldst thou wrong thy only child,
Her child and thine ?
Upon his heart, that he at last
Within the Baron's heart and brain
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
5 So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round: And here were gardens bright with
sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing
tree; And here were forests ancient as the
hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery. But oh! that deep romantic chasm which
slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn
cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon
haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover! And from this chasm, with ceaseless tur
moil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were
breathing, A mighty fountain momently was forced ; Amid whose
THE CONCLUSION TO PART II