From the unleafed boughs and pastures bare; 180 185 190 195 For the gladness of heaven to shine through, and here He had caught the nodding bulrush-tops And hung them thickly with diamond-drops, No mortal builder's most rare device 'T was as if every image that mirrored lay Lest the happy model should be lost, 200 205 203. The Empress of Russia, Catherine II., in a magnificent freak, built a palace of ice, which was a nine-days' wonder. Cowper has given a poetical description of it in The Task, Book V. lines 131-176. Had been mimicked in fairy masonry By the elfin builders of the frost. Within the hall are song and laughter, The cheeks of Christmas grow red and jolly, With lightsome green of ivy and holly; And belly and tug as a flag in the wind; Hunted to death in its galleries blind; And swift little troops of silent sparks, Now pausing, now scattering away as in fear, Go threading the soot-forest's tangled darks Like herds of startled deer. But the wind without was eager and sharp, Of Sir Launfal's gray hair it makes a harp, The icy strings, Singing, in dreary monotone, A Christmas carol of its own, Whose burden still, as he might guess, Was" Shelterless, shelterless, shelterless!" The voice of the seneschal flared like a torch 210 215 220 225 230 216. The Yule-log was anciently a huge log burned at the feast of Juul (pronounced Yule) by our Scandinavian ancestors in honor of the god Thor. Juul-tid (Yule-time) corresponded in time to Christmas tide, and when Christian festivities took the place of pagan, many ceremonies remained. The great log, still called the Yule-log, was dragged in and burned in the fireplace after Thor had been forgotten. And he sat in the gateway and saw all night PART SECOND. I. 235 THERE was never a leaf on bush or tree, For the weaver Winter its shroud had spun. A single crow on the tree-top bleak 240 From his shining feathers shed off the cold sun; 245 Again it was morning, but shrunk and cold, As if her veins were sapless and old, And she rose up decrepitly For a last dim look at earth and sea. II. Sir Launfal turned from his own hard gate, 250 For another heir in his earldom sate; An old, bent man, worn out and frail, He came back from seeking the Holy Grail; No more on his surcoat was blazoned the cross, III. Sir Launfal's raiment thin and spare 255 For it was just at the Christmas time; So he mused, as he sat, of a sunnier clime, O'er the edge of the desert, black and small, 260 265 To where, in its slender necklace of grass, The little spring laughed and leapt in the shade, IV. " "For Christ's sweet sake, I beg an alms; And Sir Launfal said, V. 270 275 An image of Him who died on the tree; And to thy life were not denied The wounds in the hands and feet and side: Mild Mary's Son, acknowledge me; Behold, through him, I give to Thee! " 285 VI. Then the soul of the leper stood up in his eyes He had flung an alms to leprosie, When he girt his young life up in gilded mail 290 295 300 And 't was red wine he drank with his thirsty soul. VII. As Sir Launfal mused with a downcast face, A light shone round about the place; The leper no longer crouched at his side, But stood before him glorified, Shining and tail and fair and straight As the pillar that stood by the Beautiful Gate, Enter the temple of God in Man. 305 VIII. His words were shed softer than leaves from the pine, And they fell on Sir Launfal as snows on the brine, And the voice that was calmer than silence said, 310 |