The Knight’s Lament.

Upon the
                              dreary battle-field1
                        
                        I lay across my shattered shield.2
                        
                        Through all the dark, cold night I lay,3
                        
                        And then through half the sunny day.4
                        
                        The blood-red grasses to and fro,5
                        
                        Waved over friend and over foe—6
                        
                        Waved o’er my anguished face, when, lo !7
                        
                        They woke me, waving to and fro.8
                        Then gazed I, very wearily,9
                        
                        Up to the blue and happy sky ;10
                        
                        While all across each tear-dimmed cheek11
                        
                        The hot sun shone, and made me weak :12
                        
                        While far, and far, and far away,13
                        
                        I looked across the shining bay ;14
                        
                        And O !  thy father’s castle lay,15
                        
                        So far, and far, and far away.16
                        Now, all above, and all below,17
                        
                        The air was cool—soft winds did blow—18
                        
                        When suddenly along the plain19
                        
                        Arose a cloud all big with rain.20
                        
                        And then, O Christ, I thank thee well !21
                        
                        The heavy rain-drops fell, and fell,22
                        
                        Into a deep and strange sea-shell :23
                        
                        I crept and drank at this strange well.24
                        And then, because the brave horse neighed,25
                        
                        I clung to him, and, half afraid,26
                        
                        He bent his head, his bloodshot eyes27
                        
                        Looked into mine with strange surprise ;28
                        
                        And leaning on my broken spear,29
                        
                        And creeping near, and near, and near,30
                        
                        I mounted him in very fear,31
                        
                        Armed only with a broken spear.32
                        Right in the middle of the way,33
                        
                        Where all the ghastly faces lay,34
                        
                        A vulture sat, all red with gore,35
                        
                        Tearing a heart that beat no more.36
                        
                        Red were its talons, bright its eyes,37
                        
                        Outstretching wings, of wondrous size,38
                        
                        Across the path lay counterwise.39
                        
                        I shrieked :  we fled from those strange eyes.40
                        We reached the sea :  winds from the sea41
                        
                        Blew o’er the sea and came to me ;42
                        
                        And all along the wandering waves,43
                        
                        Soft music came from pearly caves ;44
                        
                        And far, and far, and far away,45
                        
                        Along the bay, the morning grey46
                        
                        Broke softly, where the soft sand lay.47
                        
                        I wept for joy, and turned away.48
                        We went to where a cool greenwood,49
                        
                        Embowered in fragrant solitude,50
                        
                        Lay round about on every hand—51
                        
                        A pleasant, sunny, fairy land.52
                        
                        Beneath the bloom of bending trees,53
                        
                        Onward we went, and joy and ease,54
                        
                        And gentle sights and sounds to please,55
                        
                        Lay nestled in the bending trees.56
                        And ever as we went, a bird,57
                        
                        Singing above in gladness, stirred58
                        
                        The branches, hung with green and white,59
                        
                        With a most sweet and strange delight ;60
                        
                        And all the sunshine and the shade,61
                        
                        Fantastic strangeness ever made—62
                        
                        As shadow with fair sunshine played,63
                        
                        And then sunshine with pensive shade.64
                        Thus, through the quiet woods, all day65
                        
                        We went upon our homeward way ;66
                        
                        Until, into the pensive shade,67
                        
                        I saw the gentle sunshine fade.68
                        
                        Then all beneath the mellow moon69
                        
                        I lay, and heard the fen-fowl’s croon,70
                        
                        And heard the river’s mournful tune,71
                        
                        Floating beneath the mellow moon.72
                        I had a vision in the night ;73
                        
                        Nor was it one of rare delight,74
                        
                        Nor such as youthful poets deem75
                        
                        They see whene’er they dream a dream ;76
                        
                        For then I saw, or seemed to see,77
                        
                        A pale, white phantom, like to thee,78
                        
                        Which stood and smiled and beckoned me :79
                        
                        And more than this I might not see.80
                        But when I woke the morrow morn,81
                        
                        Just as the sun was newly born,82
                        
                        The vision was so ill-defined,83
                        
                        It seemed some phantom of the mind.84
                        
                        Then on we went, and came again85
                        
                        Unto the wild and open plain,86
                        
                        Where I might hear the surging main,87
                        
                        And see thy far-off home again.88
                        When this I saw, the hot blood ran89
                        
                        Around my heart ;  yet weak and wan,90
                        
                        I leaned across my weary horse.91
                        
                        Then, hastening on our homeward course,92
                        
                        We soon came near, and near, and near,93
                        
                        To those I held so dear, so dear.94
                        
                        “ O, chaffering swallow, say I am here !”95
                        
                        I cried— “ That I am near, am near.”96
                        
Full many a mile the meadows lay,97
                        
                        Soft cradled in the bloom of May ;98
                        
                        From flowery haunts the lark upsprang,99
                        
                        And o’er the tender meadows sang.100
                        
                        All at the right and left were seen101
                        
                        Sweet smelling trees and grasses green ;102
                        
                        And, through the boughs that waved between,103
                        
                        The shining houses, too, were seen.104
                        Between the boughs I wandered down105
                        
                        The pathway, to the little town ;106
                        
                        And all who knew me came to see,107
                        
                        And welcomed me, and pitied me.108
                        
                        Fair maidens, spinning in the shade,109
                        
                        Pausing, looked up, and half afraid,110
                        
                        Sang ancient songs of knight and maid,111
                        
                        And tender vows breathed in the shade.112
                        Thy father met me at his gate ;113
                        
                        Thy mother sang,  “ So late !  so late !114
                        
                        And those I love so far from me,115
                        
                        And I alone in misery !”116
                        
                        He led me through the silent hall,117
                        
                        “ So late !  so late! the shadows fall118
                        
                        Wearily o’er the castle wall :”119
                        
                        The song went through the silent hall.120
                        Then in the dim, mysterious eve,121
                        
                        I heard the cooing ringdoves grieve,122
                        
                        The nightingales sang soft and low,123
                        
                        The fountain droned and splashed below ;124
                        
                        All in the fields around there went125
                        
                        Strange winds that sighed with discontent ;126
                        
                        Through half-closed lattices the scent127
                        
                        Of many roses came and went.128
                        A chamber door, half open ; there129
                        
                        Floated the sad and fragrant air—130
                        
                        Soft sounds and fancies intertwined131
                        
                        With coming joys, all undefined.132
                        
                        We paused, and looked within. We heard133
                        
                        No sound of feet, nor whispered word—134
                        
                        Only a little breeze, which stirred135
                        
                        Long curls of golden hair, we heard.136
                        My heart was weak, my eyes were dim.137
                        
                        He held me close—I rushed from him.138
                        
                        I tore the silken screen apart—139
                        
                        My heart throbbed !— O, my throbbing heart !140
                        
                        I bent near thee, I looked at thee,141
                        
                        I kissed thee, whispering lovingly,142
                        
                        “ Awake !  awake !  and answer me !”143
                        
                        I paused, and closely clung to thee.144
                        Weeping and weeping near to me,145
                        
                        And weeping, weeping bitterly,146
                        
                        All in the strange and troubled gloom,147
                        
                        A little crowd stood in the room.148
                        
                        A wondrous paleness smote each face,149
                        
                        A wondrous silence filled the place.150
                        
                        I clung to thee. Christ, give me grace !151
                        
                        Close to thy face I hid my face.152
                        Half doubting—in a dream of bliss—153
                        
                        I heard my lips thy cold lips kiss.154
                        
                        Entranced by this most strange distress,155
                        
                        I gazed on thy strange loveliness.156
                        
                        Pale lips, cold cheeks, and loveless eyes,157
                        
                        Gave back no welcome, nor surprise,158
                        
                        Nor smiles, nor tears, nor dear replies.159
                        
                        O, lily lips !  O, loveless eyes !160
                        How long half dreaming thus I lay161
                        
                        I cannot know, for none will say ;162
                        
                        But this I know, that never more163
                        
                        I walk with thee along the shore.164
                        
                        And this I know, that mor and eve,165
                        
                        And through the night, the ring-doves grieve
                               ;166
                        
                        And sad thoughts all around me weave167
                        
                        A weary veil from morn till eve.168
                        Long after, lying wearily,169
                        
                        A little bird sang unto me.170
                        
                        It seemed as if thy spirit stirred171
                        
                        Within the bosom of the bird.172
                        
                        So saintly sweet the bird did sing,173
                        
                        I said,  “ This is a heavenly thing—174
                        
                        A gladsome angel carolling.”175
                        
                        And near and far the bird did sing.176
                        As thus I lay, with wakeful eyes,177
                        
                        I heard delicious melodies,178
                        
                        Like fairies in the forest hear179
                        
                        When summer glories crown the year :180
                        
                        Was never yet a bird did sing181
                        
                        So sweet and clear as this strange thing.182
                        
                        Entranced, I rose, and, wandering,183
                        
                        Walked in the wood where it did sing.184
                        The grieving stars kissed, one by one,185
                        
                        The footprints of the dying sun,186
                        
                        As in the middle of the wood187
                        
                        In trembling wonderment I stood.188
                        
                        O, was it then a sweet moonrise189
                        
                        That fluttered o’er my tearful eyes ?190
                        
                        Or was it some most strange surprise—191
                        
                        A mystic moon’s mysterious rise ?192
                        O, Jesu, Jesu, give me grace !193
                        
                        Hot kisses fell upon my face,194
                        
                        And passionate lips were close to mine,195
                        
                        And loving arms did me entwine.196
                        
                        Two dear blue eyes—so wondrous bright—197
                        
                        Shone through the softness of the night ;198
                        
                        My heart upleaped with rare delight :199
                        
                        Save thine, no eyes e’er shone so bright.200
                        A tender voice did speak and say,201
                        
                        “ My thoughts are with thee through the day,202
                        
                        And ever through the changeful night203
                        
                        My soul shall be thy beacon-light.204
                        
                        No more, no more, remember me!”205
                        
                        I shrieked !— I strained my eyes to see :206
                        
                        Upon the wind ran mockingly—207
                        
                        “ No more, no more, remember me!”208
                        How long within the wood I lay,209
                        
                        I cannot know, for none will say.210
                        
                        I woke :  the land was glad with songs,211
                        
                        Sung by the happy harvest throngs.212
                        
                        Amazed, I rose and left the place—213
                        
                        Amazed, they looked me in the face—214
                        
                        My former self they scarce could trace :215
                        
                        I wept, and left that wondrous place.216