III. Who has not wandered forth in the calm noon Of a clear night, and felt a pleasing, deep Regret, a sadness that he should so soon Leave that sweet light for the repose of sleep And blank forgetfulness ?-it is a boon, Like glimpses of all beauteous things, which keep Possession of the heart through good and ill, 'Midst sunshine, storms, or cold it lives there still. IV. 'Twas such a night as this, in Tailton vale, The Danaan palace rang with festive song; Hundreds of warriors clad in glittering mail Mingled with ladies here and there along The halls like phantoms of a fairy tale. Some joined the dancers' bright and mazy throng, And some in magic mirrors sought to see The dim impression of futurity. V. It was a princely banquet; all the pride With the Dannonians' favourite prince and heir VI. But when the feast is at its height, and joy, The peace and gladness of both host and guest. What are those sounds the royal feast annoy? Why that wild wail as if from souls distressed? Why flames the tripods' lights red, blue, and green ? Why wave the banners fierce by hands unseen! VII. Confusion thickens: hideous forms appear Full well they know these omens, and await VIII. The seer is summoned, and the spell is cast; High flames the cauldron in the banquet-hall. How stands the spell? What tells that lurid blast? Is the Dannonian dynasty to fall? Or is their power, still unimpaired, to last? IX. The prince of sorcerers, with charm and spell, The issue of the contest, and the ways And means they should adopt to crush the foe, And all the occult forms of Chance to know. ODE XV. THE SPELL. I. KING GREINE. By the power of this spell, By this thrice enchanted spear SPIRITS' VOICES. We are here! KING GREINE. 79 There are spirits on the wing, SPIRITS' VOICES. Mortal, ask not such a boon ; Look on us that moment dies. KING GREINE. Mock me not with idle fears, SPIRITS' VOICES. Summoned by a milder spell, Thee of future things that lower, Which would blast all mortal sight! KING GREINE. Dread, mysterious beings, stay! How this roaming Gadeline May be driven from our shore SPIRITS' VOICES. The four elements we bear- II. KING GREINE. Come, mild spirit of the air, |