MARMION. CANTO SECOND. The Convent. I. THE breeze, which swept away the smoke, Round Norham Castle rolled; When all the loud artillery spoke, With lightning-flash, and thunder-stroke, It curled not Tweed alone, that breeze; It freshly blew, and strong, Where, from high Whitby's cloistered pile, Bound to Saint Cuthbert's Holy Isle, It bore a bark along. Upon the gale she stooped her side, The merry seamen laughed, to see Their gallant ship so lustily Furrow the green sea-foam. Much joyed they in their honoured freight ; For, on the deck, in chair of state, The Abbess of Saint Hilda placed, With five fair nuns, the galley graced. II. 'Twas sweet to see these holy maids, |