CUMNOR HALL. "At court, I'm told, is beauty's throne, Where every lady's passing rare,-That eastern flowers, that shame the sun, Are not so glowing, not so fair: "Then, Earl, why didst thou leave the beds Where roses and where lilies vie, To seek a primrose, whose pale shades Must sicken when those gaudes are by? "Mong rural beauties I was one; Among the fields wild-flowers are fair: Some country-swain might me have won, And thought my beauty passing rare. But, Leicester-or I much am wrong, Makes thee forget thy humble spouse. Then, Leicester, why, again, I plead, (The injured surely may repine), Why didst thou wed a country maid, When some fair princess might be thine "Why didst thou praise my humble charms, And, oh! then leave them to decay? Why didst thou win me to thy arms, Then leave me mourn the livelong day? "The village-maidens of the plain Salute me lowly as I go; Envious they mark my silken train, Nor think a Countess can have woe. "The simple nymphs! they little know How far more happy 's their estate: To smile for joy, than sigh for woe; To be content, than to be great. CUMNOR HALL. 46 66 How far less blest am I than them, Daily to pine and waste with care! Like the poor plant that, from its stem Divided, feels the chilling air. Nor, cruel Earl, can I enjoy The humble charms of solitude; Your minions proud my peace destroy, By sullen frowns or prating rude. "Last night, as sad I chanced to stray, And now, while happy peasants sleep, Save Philomel on yonder thorn. "My spirits flag, my hopes decay— Still that dread death-bell smites my ear And many a boding seems to say, 'Countess, prepare: thy end is near!'" Thus, sore and sad, that lady grieved And ere the dawn of day appear'd In Cumnor Hall, so lone and drear, CUMNOR HALL. The death-bell thrice was heard to ring; The mastiff howl'd at village door; The oaks were shatter'd on the green: Woe was the hour,- for never more That hapless Countess e'er was seen! And in that manor now no more Is cheerful feast and sprightly ball; For ever since that dreary hour Have spirits haunted Cumnor Hall! The village-maids, with fearful glance, Among the groves of Cumnor Hall. Full many a traveller oft hath sigh'd, And pensive wept the Countess' fall, As, wand'ring onwards, he has spied The haunted towers of Cumnor Hall. ALL in the Downs the fleet was moor'd, William, who high upon the yard Rock'd with the billow to and fro, Soon as her well-known voice he heard, He sigh'd, and cast his eyes below: The cord slides swiftly through his glowing hands, And (quick as lightning) on the deck he stands. |