That shines aloft, while through the wood While 'mid the fern-brake sleeps the doe, In white arrayed, glides on the Maid And to a holly bower; By whom on this still night descried? A wandering Ghost, so thinks the Knight, Flung from her to the stream. What means the Spectre? Why intent Thought Eglamore, by which I swore Unfading constancy? Here am I, and to-morrow's sun, That bliss is ne'er so surely won As when a circuit has been run Of valour, truth, and love. 1 The knight, Sir Eglamore. MS. THE SOMNAMBULIST. So from the spot whereon he stood, And, drawing nigh, with his living eye,1 And whispers caught, and speeches small, Soul-shattered was the Knight, nor knew He touched; what followed who shall tell? Of slumber-shrieking back she fell, And the Stream whirled her down the dell In plunged the Knight !—when on firm ground3 The rescued Maiden lay, Her eyes grew bright with blissful light, Confusion passed away; She heard, ere to the throne of grace Her faithful Spirit flew, His voice-beheld his speaking face; And, dying, from his own embrace, 3 In plunged the Knight-he strove in vain. Within, &c. MS. 387 * Within the dell he built a cell, Wild stream of Aira, hold thy course, Nor fear memorial lays, Where clouds that spread in solemn shade, Dear art thou to the light of heaven, And thou, in lovers' hearts forgiven, Shalt take thy place with Yarrow ! This poem was translated into Latin verse by the poet's son, and published in the second edition of Yarrow revisited, and other poems, 1835.-ED. XLVII. TO CORDELIA M——‚† HALLSTEADS, ULLSWATER. NoT in the mines beyond the western main, You say, Cordelia,2 was the metal sought, Which a fine skill, of Indian growth, has wrought Into this flexible yet faithful Chain; Compare the Ode to Duty (Vol. III., p. 31) "From vain temptations dost set free." + Cordelia Marshall.-ED. MS. 1835. -ED. MOST SWEET IT IS WITH UNUPLIFTED EYES. 389 Nor is it silver of romantic Spain But from our loved1 Helvellyn's depths was brought, XLVIII. MOST sweet it is with unuplifted eyes To pace the ground, if path be there or none, If Thought and Love desert us, from that day The Mind's internal heaven shall shed her dews Pleased rather with that soothing after-tone 1835. MS. 1834. The Poems of 1834 include four of the Evening Voluntaries—the poet was 54 years of age-The Labourer's Noonday Hymn, the Stanzas to The Redbreast, and some Lines suggested by portraits and written in albums. [The lines following "nor do words" were written with Lord Byron's character, as a poet, before me, and that of others, his contemporaries, who wrote under like influences.] NOT in the lucid intervals of life That come but as a curse to party strife; Prove that her hand has touched responsive chords; But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise, O Nature! we are thine, |