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As this pale taper's earthly spark,
To yonder argent round;
My spirit before Thce;
To that I hope to be.
up the heavens, oh Lord ! and far, Through all yon starlight keen, Draw me, thy bride, a glittering star,
In raiment white and clean.
He lifts me to the golden doors;
The flashes come and go;
And strews her lights below,
up! the gates Roll back, and far within For me the Heavenly Bridegroom waits,
To make me pure of sin. The sabbaths of Eternity,
One sabbath deep and wideA light upon the shining sea
The Bridegroom with his bride !
My good blade carves the casques of men,
My tough lance thrusteth sure,
Because my heart is pure.
The hard brands shiver on the steel, The splintered spear-shafts crack and fly,
The horse and rider reel :
And when the tide of combat stands, Perfume and flowers fall in showers,
That lightly rain from ladies' hands.
How sweet are looks that ladies bend
On whom their favors fall! For them I battle till the end,
To save from shame and thrall: But all my heart is drawn above,
My knees are bowed in crypt and shrine: I never felt the kiss of love,
Nor maiden's hand in mine.
Me mightier transports move and thrill; So keep I fair through faith and prayer
A virgin heart in work and will.
When down the stormy crescent goes,
A light before me swims,
I hear a noise of hymns :
I hear a voice, but none are there;
The tapers burning fair.
The silver vessels sparkle clean,
And solemn chants resound between.
Sometimes on lonely mountain-meres
I find a magic bark;
I float till all is dark.
Three angels bear the holy Grail :
With folded feet, in stoles of white,
My spirit beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory slides,
And star-light mingles with the stars.
When on my goodly charger borne
Through dreaming towns I go,
The streets are dumb with snow.
And, ringing, spins from brand and mail; But o'er the dark a glory spreads,
And gilds the driving hail.
No branchy thicket shelter yields;
Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields.
A maiden knight—to me is given
Such hope, I know not fear;
That often meet me here.
spaces clothed in living beams, Pure lilies of eternal peace,
Whose odors haunt my dreams;
This mortal armor that I wear,
Are touched, are turned to finest air.
The clouds are broken in the sky,
And through the mountain-walls A rolling organ-harmony
Swells up, and shakes and falls.
Wings flutter, voices hover clear: - O just and faithful knight of God!
Ride on ! the prize is near.”
I hostel, hall, and grange;
Until I find the holy Grail.
Sweet Emma Moreland of yonder town
Met me walking on yonder way, " And have you lost your heart ?” she said ;
“ And are you married yet, Edward Gray ? Sweet Emma Moreland spoke to me:
Bitterly weeping I turned away: 6 Sweet Emma Moreland, love no more
Can touch the heart of Edward Gray.
“ Ellen Adair she loved me well,
Against her father's and mother's will: To-day I sat for an hour and wept,
By Ellen's grave, on the windy hill. “ Shy she was, and I thought her cold;
Thought her proud, and fled over the sea; Filled I was with folly and spite,
When Ellen Adair was dying for me. “ Cruel, cruel the words I said !
Cruelly came they back to-day : You're too slight and fickle,' I said, • To trouble
the heart of Edward Gray.'
“ There I put my face in the grass.
Whispered, · Listen to my despair : I repent me of all I did :
Speak a little, Ellen Adair !!!
“ Then I took a pencil, and wrote
On the mossy stone, as I lay, • Here lies the body of Ellen Adair;
And here the heart of Edward Gray !'
6 Love may come, and love may go,
And fly, like a bird, from tree to tree: But I will love no more, no more,
Till Ellen Adair come back to me.
“ Bitterly wept I over the stone :
Bitterly weeping I turned away : There lies the body of Ellen Adair!
And there the heart of Edward Gray ! "
WILL WATERPROOF'S LYRICAL
MADE AT TIE COCK.
O PLUMP head-waiter at The Cock,
To which I most resort,
Go fetch a pint of port:
You set before chance-comers,
On Lusitanian summers.
No vain libation to the Muse,
But may she still be kind,
Her influence on the mind.