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In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power
To kindle or restrain.
"She shall be sportive as the fawn
And hers shall be the breathing balm,
Of mute insensate things.
"The floating clouds their state shall lend
To her; for her the willow bend:
Nor shall she fail to see
Even in the motions of the storm
Grace that shall mould the maiden's form
By silent sympathy.
"The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear
In many a secret place
Where rivulets dance their wayward round,
And beauty born of murmuring sound
Shall pass into her face.
"And vital feelings of delight
Shall rear her form to stately height,
Her virgin bosom swell;
Such thoughts to Lucy I will give
While she and I together live
Here in this happy dell."
Thus Nature spake-the work was done
How soon my Lucy's race was run;
She died and left to me
This heath, this calm and quiet scene;
The memory of what has been,
And never more will be.
"A SLUMBER DID MY SPIRIT SEAL."
A SLUMBER did my spirit seal;
I had no human fears:
She seemed a thing that could not feel
No motion has she now, no force;
She neither hears nor sees,
Rolled round in earth's diurnal course
THE HORN OF EGREMONT CASTLE.
WHEN the brothers reached the gateway,
To the horn which there was hanging;
Horn it was which none could sound,
No one upon living ground,
Save he who came as rightful heir
To Egremont's domains and castle fair.
Heirs from ages without record
Who of right had claimed the lordship
Each at the appointed hour
Tried the horn-it owned his power;
Which good Sir Eustace sounded was the last.
With his lance Sir Eustace pointed,
"What I speak this horn shall witness
Hear, then, and neglect me not!
"On good service we are going Life to risk by sea and land,
In which course if Christ our Saviour
Hither come thou back straightway,
Hubert, if alive that day;
Return, and sound the horn, that we
May have a living house still left in thee!"
"Fear not!" quickly answered Hubert;
What thou askest, noble brother,
To Palestine the brothers took their way.
Side by side they fought (the Lucies
And where'er their strokes alighted,
There the Saracens were tamed.
Whence, then, could it come-the thought-
Oh! can a brave man wish to take
His brother's life, for land's and castle's sake?
"Sir!" the ruffians said to Hubert,
'Deep he lies in Jordan's flood,"
Stricken by this ill assurance,
Pale and trembling Hubert stood.
"Take your earnings. Oh that I
Months passed on, and no Sir Eustace!
He has nothing now to dread.
And at an hour which nobody could name.
None could tell if it were night-time,
With plenty was his table spread;
And bright the lady is who shares his bed.
Likewise he had sons and daughters;
And, as good men do, he sate
At his board by these surrounded,
And while thus in open day
Once he sate, as old books say,
A blast was uttered from the horn,
'Tis the breath of good Sir Eustace!
Hubert! though the blast be blown,
He is helpless and alone:
Thou hast a dungeon, speak the word!
And there he may be lodged, and thou be lord.
Speak! astounded Hubert cannot ;
And if power to speak he had,
Thus Hubert thought in his dismay,
Long and long was he unheard of:
But Sir Eustace, whom good angels
Sounded the horn which they alone could sound.