And the holy chant was hush'd awhile, A gleam of arms, up the sweeping aisle, He came with haughty look, An eagle-glance and clear, But his proud heart through its breast-plate shook, When he stood beside the bier! He stood there still with a drooping brow, And clasp'd hands o'er it rais'd; For his father lay before him low, It was Coeur-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- 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, A weight of sorrow, ev'n like lead, He stoop'd-and kiss'd the frozen cheek, Till bursting words-yet all too weakGave his soul's passion way. "Oh, father! is it vain, This late remorse and deep? Speak to me, father! once again, Alas! my guilty pride and ire! Were but this work undone, I would give England's crown, my sire! To hear thee bless thy son. 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! So still, so sadly bright! And father, father! but for me, They had not been so white! I bore thee down, high heart! at last, No longer couldst thou strive ;— Oh! for one moment of the past, To kneel and say—' forgive!' "Thou wert the noblest king, On royal throne e'er seen; Of all, the stateliest mien ; And thou didst prove, where spears are prov'd · In war, the bravest heart -Oh! ever the renown'd and lov'd Thou wert--and there thou art! "Thou that my boyhood's guide Didst take fond joy to be !— The times I've sported at thy side, 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 FALLEN TREE. "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." Camden's Britannia. YES! I have seen the ancient oak On the dark deep water cast, And it was not fell'd by the woodman's stroke, For the axe might never touch that tree, And the air was still as a summer-sea. |