Narrative and Lyric Poems (first series) for use in the Lower School | Page 7

greenwood?So blithe Lady Alice is singing;?On the beech's pride, and oak's brown side, 35?Lord Richard's axe is ringing.
Up spoke the moody Elfin King,[7]?Who woned[8] within the hill,--?Like wind in the porch of a ruined church,?His voice was ghostly shrill. 40
"Why sounds yon stroke on beech and oak,?Our moonlight circle's[9] screen??Or who comes here to chase the deer,?Beloved of our Elfin Queen??Or who may dare on wold to wear 45?The fairies' fatal green?[10]
"Up, Urgan, up! to yon mortal hie,?For thou wert christened[11] man;?For cross or sign thou wilt not fly,?For muttered word or ban.[12] 50
"Lay on him the curse of the withered heart,?The curse of the sleepless eye?Till he wish and pray that his life would part,?Nor yet find leave to die."
Tis merry, 'tis merry, in good greenwood 55?Though the birds have stilled their singing,?The evening blaze doth Alice raise,?And Richard is fagots bringing.
Up Urgan starts, that hideous dwarf,?Before Lord Richard stands, 60?And, as he crossed and blessed himself,?"I fear not sign," quoth the grisly[13] elf,?"That is made with bloody hands."
But out then spoke she, Alice Brand,?That woman void of fear,-- 65?"And if there's blood upon his hand,?'Tis but the blood of deer."
"Now loud thou liest, thou bold of mood!?It cleaves unto his hand,?The stain of thine own kindly blood,[14] 70?The blood of Ethert Brand."
Then forward stepped she, Alice Brand,?And made the holy sign,--?"And if there's blood on Richard's hand,?A spotless hand is mine. 75
"And I conjure[15] thee, demon elf,?By Him whom demons fear,?To show us whence thou art thyself,?And what thine errand here?"
"'Tis merry, 'tis merry, in Fairy-land, 80?When fairy birds are singing,?When the court doth ride by their monarch's side,?With bit and bridle ringing:
"And gayly shines the Fairy-land--?But all is glistening show 85?Like the idle gleam that December's beam?Can dart on ice and snow.
"And fading, like that varied gleam,?Is our inconstant shape,?"Who now like knight and lady seem, 90?And now like dwarf and ape.
"It was between the night and day,?When the Fairy King has power,?That I sunk down in a sinful fray,?And 'twixt life and death was snatched away 95?To the joyless Elfin bower.
"But wist[16] I of a woman bold,?Who thrice my brow durst sign,[17]?I might regain my mortal mould,?As fair a form as thine." 100
She crossed him once--she crossed him twice---?That lady was so brave;?The fouler grew his goblin hue,?The darker grew the cave.
She crossed him thrice, that lady bold, 105?He rose beneath her hand,?The fairest knight on Scottish mould,?Her brother, Ethert Brand!
Merry it is in good greenwood,?When the mavis and merle are singing, 110?But merrier were they in Dunfermline[18] gray,?When all the bells were ringing.
--Scott
[1] mavis and merle. thrush and blackbird.
[2] wold. hilly, open country.
[3] glaive. sword.
[4] pall. A rich cloth from which mantles of noblemen were made.
[5] darkling. In the dark.
[6] vair. The fur of the squirrel.
[7] Elfin King. King of the fairies.
[8] woned. dwelt.
[9] circle. dance.
[10] fairies' fatal green. The dress of the fairies was green and they were angered when mortals dared to wear garments of that colour.
[11] christened. Those who had been baptized were, according to mediaeval belief, supposed to enjoy special advantages or privileges.
[12] ban. curse.
[13] grisly. horrible; hideous.
[14] kindly blood. The blood of your kindred.
[15] conjure. Call upon by oath. Distinguished from conjure, meaning "to influence by magic."
[16] wist. See High School Grammar, p. 176.
[17] sign. Make the sign of the cross upon ray brow.
[18] Dunfermline. A town, about twenty miles from Edinburgh.
THE SOLITARY REAPER.
Behold her, single in the field,?Yon solitary Highland lass!?Reaping and singing by herself,?Stop here, or gently pass!?Alone she cuts and binds the grain 5?And sings a melancholy strain.?Oh, listen! for the vale profound?Is overflowing with the sound.
No nightingale did ever chant?So sweetly to reposing bands 10?Of travellers in some shady haunt?Among Arabian sands:?No sweeter voice was ever heard?In spring time from the cuckoo-bird?Breaking the silence of the seas 15?Among the farthest Hebrides.
"Will no one tell me what she sings??Perhaps the plaintive numbers now?For old, unhappy, far-off things,?And battles long ago. 20?Or is it some more humble lay,?Familiar matter of to-day??Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,?That has been, and may be again?
"Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang 25?As if her song could have no ending;?I saw her singing at her work,?And o'er the sickle bending;--?I listen'd motionless and still;?And, as I mounted up the hill, 30?The music in my heart I bore,?Long after it was heard no more.
--Wordsworth.
THE ISLAND OF THE SCOTS.
The Rhine is running deep and red, the island lies before,-- "Now is there one of all the host will dare to venture o'er? For not alone the river's sweep might make a brave man quail; The foe are on the further side, their shot comes fast as hail. God help us, if the middle isle we may not hope to win; 5 Now is there any of the host will dare to venture in?"?"The ford is