Oft did the cliff, and swelling main, Recall the thoughts of Whitby's fane, So Douglas bade, the hood and veil, It were unseemly sight, he said, A novice out of convent shade. Now her bright locks, with sunny glow, Again adorn'd her brow of snow ; Her mantle rich, whose borders, round, A deep and fretted broidery bound, In golden foldings sought the ground; Of holy ornament, alone Remain❜d a cross of ruby stone; And often did she look On that which in her hand she bore, With velvet bound, and broider'd o'er, Her breviary book. In such a place, so lone, so grim, At dawning pale, or twilight dim, It fearful would have been, To meet a form so richly dress'd, With book in hand, and cross on breast, And such a woeful mien. Fitz-Eustace, loitering with his bow, To practice on the gull and crow, Some love-lorn fay she might have been, A form so witching fair. IV. Once walking thus, at evening tide, Her peaceful rule, where Duty, free, Was it, that, sear'd by sinful scorn, My heart could neither melt nor burn ? With him, that taught them first to glow? Yet, gentle Abbess, well I knew To pay thy kindness grateful due, And well could brook the mild command That ruled thy simple maiden band. How different now! condemn'd to bide My doom from this dark tyrant's pride. That constant mind, and hate of wrong, From Red De Clare, stout Gloster's Earl: Of such a stem a sapling weak, He ne'er shall bend, although he break. ས. "But see!-what makes this armour here ?" For in her path there lay Targe, corslet, helm ;-she view'd them near. "The breast-plate pierced !-Ay, much I fear, Weak fence wert thou 'gainst foeman's spear, That hath made fatal entrance here, As these dark blood-gouts say. Thus Wilton!-Oh! not corslet's ward, Not truth, as diamond pure and hard, Could be thy manly bosom's guard She raised her eyes in mournful mood,— It might have seem'd his passing ghost, That I can tell such scene in words: Each changing passion's shade; And joy, with her angelic air, And hope, that paints the future fair, Their varying hues display'd: . Each o'er its rival's ground extending, Alternate conquering, shifting, blending, |