XLVIII. Her speech on this occasion I'd recorded In my foul copy, and we all agreed * That it was most astonishingly worded, For one who never learnt to write or read; Yet scope for mirth it might have well afforded To modern misses of our British breed ; And grave blue-stockings would, no doubt, have said "Godiva's heart was better than her head." XLIX. Had she at some snug boarding-school been placed And had, at twelve years old, more general knowledge L. She turn'd and left his Lordship sore perplex'd, And knew not whether to feel pleas'd or vex'd; LI. But then he felt he never could retract, (At least he would not-which was much the same) And if his wife thought proper thus to act, He could'nt help it-he was not to blame! So that day, after breakfast, off he pack'd *We, the "King of Clubs."-R. H. LII. It was an idle morn in Coventry, The people wander'd through the gloomy mart; Labour with hope was o'er, and listlessly Their footsteps travers'd each unheeded part; Despair was yielding fast to apathy They were prepar'd to die,-and every heart Its weight of woe had half forgot to feel,— When in their ears shrill rung a trumpet-peal. LIII. There was a sudden crowding round the space And each glanc'd quickly on his neighbour's face, LIV. A breathless pause succeeded, then arose A low and gathering murmur in the crowd, Like the far peal that breaks the dread repose Cast by the shadow of a thunder-cloud : And fast and far that thrilling murmur flows On through the multitude yet grows not loud— LV. Noon came, yet ne'er in Coventry had reign'd At deepest midnight silence so profound; It was like that enchanted city, feign'd In Oriental Tales, where all were bound In magic slumbers, and transform'd to stone- LVI. What were Godiva's thoughts at that dread hour Till o'er her sorrows peace began to steal, LVII. The lady rose from prayer, with cheek o'erflush'd, The anguish'd beatings of her heart were hush'd, LVIII. And when her white and radiant limbs lay bare, Flow down in wavy lightness to the ground, LIX. But then her spirit fell when thus alone She stood in the deep silence of her bower, And felt that there she was beheld by none Save One unknown, supreme, eternal Power. She dar'd not raise her meek eyes, trembling one, Again from earth; she could have wish'd that hour Rather in view of thousands to have stood, Than in that still and awful solitude. LX. Away-away, with wild and hurried pace, Bursts on the dreamy wildness of her soul. LXI. Away, away!-the Lady hath departed; It's full five minutes since Godiva started, She'll be among you before half-past one; Therefore, take care, both bachelors and spouses, All but the blind, to keep within your houses. LXII. Godiva pass'd, but all had disappear'd, Each in his dwelling's innermost recess : Sudden her palfrey stopp'd, and neigh'd, and rear'd, LXIII. And here I also must remark that this is LXIV. The steed grew quiet, and a piercing cry Shaded his dim eyes with his trembling hand. To see her pass, and there had ta'en his stand; I know not, gentles, whether this be true; He was a tinker-but his tools might rust, LXVI. Alas! poor Peeping Tom!-Godiva kept And laugh'd, and blest their Countess-young and old. I grieve to add she caught a trifling cold; He roasted for the populace a bull. LXVII. There stood an ancient cross at Coventry, Pull'd down, of late, by order of the Mayor, Both make henceforth fair Coventry toll free. |