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

To charge the Volscian home. The Volsciana lived in the southern
part of Latium. They were constantly at war with the Romans. Home is
here an adverb strengthening the meaning of charge.
[64] Juno. Wife of Jupiter, and queen of heaven.
[65] Algidus. A hill about twelve miles from Rome.
ALICE BRAND.
Merry it is in the good greenwood,
When the mavis and merle[1] are
singing,
When the deer sweeps by and the hounds are in cry,
And

the hunter's horn is ringing.
"O Alice Brand, my native land 5
Is lost for love of you;
And we
must hold by wood and wold,[2]
As outlaws wont to do.
"O Alice, 'twas all for thy locks so bright,
And 'twas all for thine eyes
so blue, 10
That on the night of our luckless flight
Thy brother bold
I slew.
"Now must I teach to hew the beech
The hand that held the glaive,[3]

For leaves to spread our lowly bed, 15
And stakes to fence our
cave.
"And for vest of pall,[4] thy fingers small,
That wont on harp to stray,

A cloak must shear from the slaughtered deer,
To keep the cold
away." 20
"O Richard! if my brother died,
Twas but a fatal chance;
For
darkling[5] was the battle tried,
And fortune sped the lance.
"If pall and vair[6] no more I wear, 25
Nor thou the crimson sheen,

As warm, we 'll say, is the russet gray,
As gay the forest-green.
"And, Richard, if our lot be hard,
And lost thy native land, 30
Still
Alice has her own Richard,
And he his Alice Brand."
'T is merry, 't is merry, in good 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