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--Alas! that sceptred mortal's race
Had surely closed in woe!
The marble floor was swept
By many a long dark stole,
Sang mass for the parted soul;
Through the stillness of the night,
And the silent king in sight.
There was heard a heavy clang,
As of steel-girt men the tread, And the tombs and the hollow pavement rang
With a sounding thrill of dread;
As, by the torch's flame,
With a mail-clad leader came.
He came with haughty look,
An eagle-glance and clear, But his proud heart through its breast-plate
When he stood beside the bier !
And clasp'd hands o'er it raised ;
It was Ceur-de-Lion gazed !
And silently he strove
With the workings of his breast, -But there 's more in late repentant love
Than steel may keep suppress'd! And his tears brake forth, at last, like rain
-Men held their breath in awe, For his face was seen by his warrior-train,
And he reck'd not that they saw.
He look'd upon the dead,
And sorrow seem'd to lie,
Pale on the fast-shut eye.
And the heavy hand of clay,
Gave his soul's passion way.
“Oh, father! is it vain,
This late remorse and deep? Speak to me, father! once again,
I weep-behold, I weep!
Were but this work undone,
To hear thee bless thy son.
"Speak to me! mighty grief
Hear me, but hear me !—father, chief,
My king! I must be heard! -Hush’d, hush'd-how is it that I call,
And that thou answerest not? When was it thus ?-woe, woe for all
The love my soul forgot!
“ Thy silver hairs I see,
So still, so sadly bright!
They had not been so white !
No longer couldst thou strive ;-
To kneel and say Forgive!'
“ Thou wert the noblest king,
On royal throne e'er seen ;
Of all, the stateliest mien;
In war, the bravest heart-Oh! ever the renown'd and loved
Thou wert—and there thou art!
“Thou that my boyhood's guide
Didst take fond joy to be !
And climb'd thy parent-knee !
And there before the blessed shrine,
My sire! I see thee lie,How will that sad still face of thine
Look on me till I die!"
THE VASSAL’S LAMENT FOR THE
“ Here (at Brereton in Cheshire) is one thing incredibly strange, but attested, as I myself have heard, by many persons, and commonly believed. Before any heir of this family dies, there are seen, in a lake adjoining, the bodies of trees swimming on the water for several days."
YES! I have seen the ancient oak
On the dark deep water cast,
Or the rush of the sweeping blast;
I saw it fall, as falls a chief
By an arrow in the fight,
At the crashing of its might!