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Thou knowest to-night, and wilt know to- | And see! the lady Christabel morrow,

Gathers herself from out her trance; This mark of my shame, this seal of my Her limbs relax, her countenance sorrow;

Grows sad and soft; the smooth thin lids But vainly thou warrest,

Close o'er her eyes; and tears she For this is alone in

sheds Thy power to declare,

Large tears that leave the lashes bright!
That in the dim forest

And oft the while she seems to smile
Thou heard'st a low moaning, As infants at a sudden light!
And found’st a bright lady, surpassingly
fair;

Yea, she doth smile, and she doth weep, And didst bring her home with thee in love Like a youthful hermitess, and in charity,

Beauteous in a wilderness,
To shield her and shelter her from the damp | Who, praying always, prays in sleep,

And, if she move unquietly,

Perchance, 't is but the blood so free THE CONCLUSION TO PART THE FIRST

Comes back and tingles in her feet.

No doubt, she bath a vision sweet. It was a lovely sight to see

What if her guardian spirit 't were, The lady Christabel, when she

What if she knew her mother near ?
Was praying at the old oak tree;

But this she knows, in joys and woes,
Amid the jagged shadows

That saints will aid if men will call :
Of mossy leafless boughs,

For the blue sky bends over all !
Kneeling in the moonlight,

To make her gentle vows;
Her slender palms together prest,

PART THE SECOND Heaving sometimes on her breast;

(Written 1800] Her face resigned to bliss or bale Her face, ob call it fair not pale,

Each matin bell, the Baron saith, And both blue eyes more bright than Knells us back to a world of death. clear,

These words Sir Leoline first said, Each about to have a tear.

When he rose and found his lady dead :

These words Sir Leoline will say
With open eyes (ah woe is me!)

Many a morn to his dying day!
Asleep, and dreaming fearfully,
Fearfully dreaming, yet, I wis,

And hence the custom and law began
Dreaming that alone, which is -

That still at dawn the sacristan, O sorrow and shame! Can this be she, Who duly pulls the heavy bell, The lady, who knelt at the old oak tree? Five and forty beads must tell And lo! the worker of these barms,

Between each stroke - a warning knell, That holds the maiden in her arms,

Which not a soul can choose but hear Seems to slumber still and mild,

From Bratha Head to Wyndermere. As a mother with her child.

Saith Bracy the bard, So let it knell ! A star hath set, a star hath risen,

And let the drowsy sacristan O Geraldine! since arms of thine

Still count as slowly as he can ! Have been the lovely lady's prison.

There is no lack of such, I ween, O Geraldine ! one hour was thine

As well fill up the space between. Thou 'st had thy will! By tairn and rill, In Langdale Pike and Witch's Lair, 350 The night-birds all that hour were still. And Dungeon-ghyll so foully rent, But now they are jubilant anew,

With ropes of rock and bells of air From cliff and tower, tu - whoo! tu - Three sinful sextons' ghosts are pent, | Whoo!

Who all give back, one after t'other, Tu-whoo! tu-whoo! from wood and The death-note to their living brother; fell!

And oft too, by the knell offended,

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Just as their one! two! three! is ended,
The devil mocks the doleful tale
With a merry peal from Borrowdale.

The air is still I through mist and cloud 360
That merry peal comes ringing loud;
And Geraldine shakes off her dread,
And rises lightly from the bed;
Puts on her silken vestments white,
And tricks her hair in lovely plight,
And nothing doubting of her spell
Awakens the lady Christabel.
“Sleep you, sweet lady Christabel ?
I trust that you have rested well.”

Alas! they bad been friends in youth;
But whispering tongues can poison truth;
And constancy lives in realms above; 410
And life is thorny; and youth is vain;
And to be wroth with one we love
Doth work like madness in the brain.
And thus it chanced, as I divine,
With Roland and Sir Leoline.
Each spake words of high disdain
And insult to his heart's best brother:
They parted — ne'er to meet again!
But never either found another.
To free the hollow heart from paining - 420
They stood aloof, the scars remaining,
Like cliffs which had been rent asunder;
A dreary sea now flows between.
But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder,
Shall wholly do away, I ween,
The marks of that which once hath been.

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And Christabel awoke and spied
The same who lay down by her side -
O rather say, the same whom she
Raised up beneath the old oak tree!
Nay, fairer yet! and yet more fair!
For she belike bath drunken deep
Of all the blessedness of sleep!
And while she spake, her looks, her air,
Such gentle thankfulness declare,
That (so it seemed) her girded vests 379
Grew tight beneath her heaving breasts.
“Sure I have sinn'd!” said Christabel,
“Now heaven be praised if all be well I"
And in low faltering tones, yet sweet,
Did she the lofty lady greet
With such perplexity of mind
As dreams too lively leave behind.
So quickly she rose, and quickly arrayed
Her maiden limbs, and having prayed
That He, who on the cross did groan,
Might wash away her sins unknown,
She forth with led fair Geraldine
To meet her sire, Sir Leoline.
The lovely maid and the lady tall
Are pacing both into the hall,
And pacing on through page and groom,
Enter the Baron's presence-room.

Sir Leoline, a moment's space,
Stood gazing on the damsel's face:
And the youthful Lord of Tryermaine
Came back upon his heart again.
O then the Baron forgot his age,
His noble heart swelled higb with rage;
He swore by the wounds in Jesu's side
He would proclaim it far and wide,
With trump and solemn heraldry,
That they, who thus had wronged the dame
Were base as spotted infamy!
“ And if they dare deny the same,
My herald shall appoint a week,
And let the recreant traitors seek 440
My tourney court — that there and then
I may dislodge their reptile souls
From the bodies and forms of men !
He spake: his eye in lightning rolls !
For the lady was ruthlessly seized; and he

kenned
In the beautiful lady the child of his

friend!

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But when he heard the lady's tale,
And when she told her father's name,
Why waxed Sir Leoline so pale,
Murmuring o'er the name again,
Lord Roland de Vaux of Tryermaine ?

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Again she saw that bosom old,

Thy beautiful daughter is safe and free — Again she felt that bosom cold,

Sir Leoline greets thee thus through me. And drew in her breath with a hissing | He bids thee come without delay sound:

With all thy numerous array; Whereat the Knight turned wildly round, And take thy lovely daughter home: And nothing saw, but his own sweet maid And be will meet thee on the way With eyes upraised, as one that prayed. With all his numerous array The touch, the sight, had passed away, White with their panting palfreys' foam: And in its stead that vision blest,

And, by mine honour! I will say, Which comforted her after-rest,

That I repent me of the day While in the lady's arms she lay,

When I spake words of fierce disdain Had put a rapture in her breast,

To Roland de Vaux of Tryermaine !And on her lips and o'er her eyes

- For since that evil hour bath flown, Spread smiles like light !

Many a summer's sun hath shone;

With new surprise, Yet ne'er found I a friend again * What ails then my beloved child ?" 470 Like Roland de Vaux of Tryermaine." The Baron said — His daughter mild Made answer, “ All will yet be well !” The lady fell, and clasped his knees, I ween, she had no power to tell

Her face upraised, her eyes o'erflowing; 520 Aught else: so mighty was the spell. And Bracy replied, with faltering voice, Yet he, who saw this Geraldine,

His gracious hail on all bestowing; Had deemed her sure a thing divine. “Thy words, thou sire of Christabel, Such sorrow with such grace she blended, Are sweeter than my harp can tell; As if she feared she had offended

Yet might I gain a boon of thee, Sweet Christabel, that gentle maid !

This day my journey should not be, And with such lowly tones she prayed 480 So strange a dream bath come to me; She might be sent without delay

That I had vowed with music loud Home to her father's mansion.

To clear yon wood from thing unblest, “Nay ! Warn’d by a vision in my rest!

530 Nay, by my soul !” said Leoline.

For in my sleep I saw that dove, “ Ho ! Bracy the bard, the charge be thine ! That gentle bird, whom thou dost love, Go thou, with music sweet and loud,

And call'st by thy own daughter's name And take two steeds with trappings proud, Sir Leoline ! I saw the same, And take the youth whom thou lov'st best Fluttering, and uttering fearful moan, To bear thy harp, and learn thy song, Among the green herbs in the forest alone. And clothe you both in solemn vest,

Which when I saw and when I heard, And over the mountains haste along, 490 I wonder'd what might ail the bird; Lest wandering folk, that are abroad, For nothing near it conld I see, Detain you on the valley road.

Save the grass and green herbs underneath

the old tree. “ And when he has crossed the Irthing flood, My merry bard ! he hastes, he hastes “ And in my dream, methought, I went Up Knorren Moor, through Halegarth To search out what might there be found; Wood,

And what the sweet bird's trouble meant, And reaches soon that castle good

That thus lay fluttering on the ground. Which stands and threatens Scotland's I went and peered, and conld descry wastes.

No cause for her distressful cry;

But yet for her dear lady's sake “Bard Bracy ! bard Bracy ! your horses are I stooped, methought, the dove to take, fleet,

When lo ! I saw a bright green snake Ye must ride up the hall, your music so Coiled around its wings and neck. 550 sweet,

499 Green as the herbs on which it couched, More loud than your horses' echoing feet ! Close by the dove's its head it crouched; And lond and loud to Lord Roland call, And with the dove it heaves and stirs, Thy daughter is safe in Langdale hall! Swelling its neck as she swelled hers!

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I'woke; it was the midnight hour,

And passively did imitate The clock was echoing in the tower;

That look of dull and treacherous hate ! But though my slumber was gone by, And thus she stood, in dizzy trance, This dream it would not pass away — Still picturing that look askance It seems to live upon my eye!

With forced unconscious sympathy And thence I vowed this self-same day 560 Full before her father's view With music strong and saintly song

As far as such a look could be To wander through the forest bare,

In eyes so innocent and blue ! Lest aught unholy loiter there."

And when the trance was o'er, the maid

Paused awhile, and inly prayed: Thus Bracy said: the Baron, the while, Then falling at the Baron's feet, Half-listening heard him with a smile; “By my mother's soul do I entreat Then turned to Lady Geraldine,

That thou this woman send away!” His eyes made up of wonder and love; She said : and more she could not say: And said in courtly accents fine,

For what she knew she could not tell, “Sweet maid, Lord Roland's beanteous dove, O'er-mastered by the mighty spell. 620 With arms more strong than harp or song, Thy sire and I will crush the snake !” 571 Why is thy cheek so wan and wild, He kissed her forehead as he spake,

Sir Leoline ? Thy only child And Geraldine in maiden wise

Lies at thy feet, thy joy, thy pride,
Casting down her large bright eyes,

So fair, so innocent, so mild;
With blushing cheek and courtesy fine | The same, for whom thy lady died !
She turned her from Sir Leoline;

0, by the pangs of her dear mother Softly gathering up her train,

Think thou no evil of thy child ! That o'er her right arm fell again;

For her, and thee, and for no other, And folded her arms across her chest, She prayed the moment ere she died: And couched her head upon her breast, 580 Prayed that the babe for whom she died, 630 And looked askance at Christabel — | Might prove her dear lord's joy and Jesu, Maria, shield her well !

pride!

That prayer her deadly pangs beguiled, A snake's small eye blinks dull and shy,

Sir Leoline! And the lady's eyes they shrunk in her And wouldst thou wrong thy only child, head,

Her child and thine ?
Each sbrunk up to a serpent's eye,
And with somewhat of malice, and more of Within the Baron's heart and brain
dread,

If thoughts, like these, had any share,
At Christabel she look'd askance !

They only swelled his rage and pain, One moment, and the sight was fled ! And did but work confusion there. But Christabel in dizzy trance

His heart was cleft with pain and rage, 640 Stumbling on the unsteady ground

His cheeks they quivered, his eyes were Shuddered aloud, with a hissing sound;

wild, And Geraldine again turned round,

Dishonour'd thus in his old age ; And like a thing that sought relief,

Dishonour'd by his only child,
Full of wonder and full of grief,

And all his hospitality
She rolled her large bright eyes divine To the insulted daughter of his friend
Wildly on Sir Leoline.

By more than woman's jealousy

Brought thus to a disgraceful end --
The maid, alas ! her thoughts are gone, He rolled his eye with stern regard
She nothing sees — no sight but one ! Upon the gentle minstrel bard,
The maid, devoid of guile and sin,

And said in tones abrupt, austere —

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“Why, Bracy ! dost thou loiter here? So deeply had she drunken in

I bade thee hence !” The bard obeyed; That look, those shrunken serpent eyes, And turning from his own sweet maid, That all her features were resigned

The aged knight, Sir Leoline, To this sole image in her mind :

Led forth the lady Geraldine !

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A mighty fountain momently was forced,

Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst 20 A little child, a limber elf,

Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding Singing, dancing to itself,

hail, A fairy thing with red round cheeks, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail: That always finds, and never seeks,

And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and Makes such a vision to the sight

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ever As fills a father's eyes with light;

It flung up momently the sacred river. And pleasures flow in so thick and fast Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Upon his heart, that he at last

Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Must needs express his love's excess

Then reached the caverns measureless to With words of unmeant bitterness.

man, Perhaps 't is pretty to force together And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean: Thoughts so all unlike each other;

And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far To mutter and mock a broken charın, Ancestral voices prophesying war! 30 To dally with wrong that does no harm. Perhaps 't is tender too and pretty

The shadow of the dome of pleasure At each wild word to feel within

Floated midway on the waves; A sweet recoil of love and pity.

Where was heard the mingled measAnd what, if in a world of sin

ure (O sorrow and shame should this be true!) From the fountain and the caves. Such giddiness of heart and brain

It was a miracle of rare device, Comes seldom save from rage and pain, | A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice! So talks as it's most used to do.

A damsel with a dulcimer

In a vision once I saw:
KUBLA KHAN

It was an Abyssinian maid,

And on her dulcimer she played, 40 [Written 1797; publ. 1816)

Singing of Mount Abora.

Could I revive within me In Xanadu did Kubla Khan

Her symphony and song, A stately pleasure-dome decree:

To such a deep delight 't would win me, Where Alph, the sacred river, ran

That with music loud and long, Tbrough caverns measureless to man

I would build tbat dome in air, Down to a sunless sea.

That sunny dome! those caves of ice! So twice five miles of fertile ground

And all who heard should see them there, With walls and towers were girdled round: | And all should cry, Beware! Beware! And here were gardens bright with simious His flashing eyes, his floating hair! 50 rills,

Weave a circle round him thrice, Where blossomed many an incense-bearing | And close your eyes with holy dread, tree;

For he on honey-dew hath fed, And here were forests ancient as the hills, 10 And drunk the milk of Paradise. Enfolding sunny spots of greenery. But oh! that deep romantic chasm which | HYMN BEFORE SUN-RISE, IN slanted

THE VALE OF CHAMOUNI Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!

Hast thou a charm to stay the morning. A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted In his steep course ? So long he seems to By woman wailing for her demon-lover!

pause And froin this chasm, with ceaseless tur- On thy bald awful head, O sovran Blanc ! moil seething,

The Arve and Arveiron at thy base As if this earth in fast thick pants were Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful breathing,

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