CLEVELAND sings: LOVE wakes and weeps While Beauty sleeps! O for Music's softest numbers, To prompt a theme, For Beauty's dream, Soft as the pillow of her slumbers! Through groves of palm While through the gloom The distant beds of flowers revealing. O wake and live! A shadow'd bliss, the real excelling; From lattice peep, And list the tale that Love is telling. FAREWELL! Farewell! the voice you hear Has left its last soft tone with you; Its next must join the seaward cheer, And shout among the shoutingcrew. The accents which I scarce could form Beneath your frown's controlling check, Must give the word, above the storm, To cut the mast, and clear the wreck. The timid eye I dared not raise, The hand, that shook when press'd to thine, Must point the guns upon the chaseMust bid the deadly cutlass shine, To all I love, or hope, or fear, Honour, or own, a long adieu! To all that life has soft and dear, Farewell! save memory of you! CLAUD HALCRO sings or recites :— AND you shall deal the funeral dole; Ay, deal it, mother mine, To weary body, and to heavy soul, The white bread and the wine. And you shall deal my horses of pride; Ay, deal them, mother mine; And you shall deal my lands so wide, And deal my castles nine. But deal not vengeance for the deed, And deal not for the crime; The body to its place, and the soul to Heaven's grace, And the rest in God's own time. SAINT Magnus control thee, that martyr of treason; Saint Ronan rebuke thee, with rhyme and with reason; By the mass of Saint Martin, the might of Saint Mary, Be thou gone, or thy weird shall be worse if thou tarry! Ifofgood, go hence and hallow thee;If of ill, let the earth swallow thee;If thou 'rt of air, let the grey mist fold thee; If of earth, let the swart mine hold thee; If a Pixie, seek thy ring;— scant of thee, The worm, thy play-fellow, wails for the want of thee: Hence, houseless ghost! let the earth hide thee, Till Michael shall blow the blast, see that there thou bide thee! Phantom, fly hence! take the Cross See, I draw my magic knife: for a token, Hence pass till Hallowmass !-my spell is spoken. WHERE corpse-light Dances bright, Be it by day or night, There shall corpse lie stiff and stark. MENSEFUL maiden ne'er should rise, NORNA sings or recites : — CHAMPION, famed for warlike toil, Art thou silent, Ribolt Troil? Sand, and dust, and pebbly stones, Are leaving bare thy giant bones. Who dared touch the wild bear's skin Ye slumber'd on, while life was in? A woman now, or babe, may come And cast the covering from thy tomb. Yet be not wrathful, Chief, nor blight Mine eyes or ears with sound or sight! I come not, with unhallow'd tread, To wake the slumbers of the dead, Or lay thy giant reliques bare; But what I seek thou well canst spare. Be it to my hand allow'd Never, while thou wert in life, Lay'st thou still for sloth or fear, When point and edge were glittering near; See, the cerements now I sever- Thanks, Ribolt, thanks; for this the sea Shall smooth its ruffled crest for thee, And while afar its billows foam, Thanks, Ribolt, thanks; for this the Subside to peace near Ribolt's tomb. might Of wild winds raging at their height, She, the dame of doubt and dread, NORNA recites : THOU, SO needful, yet so dread, Who deign'st to warm the cottage hearth, Yet hurls proud palaces to earth,— To shear a merk's weight from thy Brightest, keenest of the Powers, shroud; Yet leave thee sheeted lead enough To shield thy bones from weather rough. Which form and rule this world of ours, With my rhyme of Runic, I Thank thee for thy agency Old Reimkennar, to thy art Mother Hertha sends her part; She, whose gracious bounty gives Needful food for all that lives. From the deep mine of the North Came the mystic metal forth, Doom'd amidst disjointed stones, Long to cere a champion's bones, Disinhumed my charms to aid— Mother Earth, my thanks are paid. Girdle of our islands dear; On the lowly Belgian strand; From our rock-defended land; Play then gently thou thy part, To assist old Norna's art. Elements, each other greeting, Thou, that over billows dark She who sits by haunted well, Is subject to the Nixie's spell; |