255 Yet Geraldine nor speaks nor stirs; Collects herself in scorn and pride, 265 And with low voice and doleful look "In the touch of this bosom there worketh a spell, Which is lord of thy utterance, Christabel! A star hath set, a star hath risen, Thou'st had thy will! By tairn and rill, From cliff and tower, tu-whoo! tu- 310 Tu-whoo! tu-whoo! from wood and fell! And see! the lady Christabel Gathers herself from out her trance; Her limbs relax, her countenance Grows sad and soft; the smooth thin lids Close o'er her eyes; and tears she shedsLarge tears that leave the lashes bright! And oft the while she seems to smile As infants at a sudden light! Yea, she doth smile, and she doth weep, 320 Like a youthful hermitess, 325 Beauteous in a wilderness, Who, praying always, prays in sleep. And, if she move unquietly, Perchance, 'tis but the blood so free Comes back and tingles in her feet. No doubt, she hath a vision sweet. What if her guardian spirit 'twere, What if she knew her mother near? But this she knows, in joys and woes, 330 That saints will aid if men will call: For the blue sky bends over all! And hence the custom and law began 345 Saith Bracy the bard, "So let it knell! 350 1 peak With ropes of rock and bells of air Three sinful sextons' ghosts are pent, Who all give back, one after t'other, 355 The death-note to their living brother; And oft too, by the knell offended, Just as their one! two! three! is ended, The devil mocks the doleful tale With a merry peal from Borodale. 360 The air is still! through mist and cloud That merry peal comes ringing loud; And Geraldine shakes off her dread, And rises lightly from the bed; Puts on her silken vestments white, 365 And tricks her hair in lovely plight,1 And nothing doubting of her spell Awakens the lady Christabel. "Sleep you, sweet lady Christabel? I trust that you have rested well." 370 And Christabel awoke and spied The same who lay down by her sideO rather say, the same whom she Raised up beneath the old oak tree! Nay, fairer yet! and yet more fair! 375 For she belike hath drunken deep Of all the blessedness of sleep! And while she spake, her looks, her air Such gentle thankfulness declare, That (so it seemed) her girded vests 380 Grew tight beneath her heaving breasts. "Sure I have sinn'd!" said Christabel, "Now heaven be praised if all be well!'' And in low faltering tones, yet sweet, Did she the lofty lady greet 385 With such perplexity of mind As dreams too lively leave behind. So quickly she rose, and quickly arrayed The lovely maid and the lady tall 395 And pacing on through page and groom, Enter the Baron's presence-room. The Baron rose, and while he prest And gave such welcome to the same, But when he heard the lady's tale, 1 manner 405 Why waxed Sir Leoline so pale, Murmuring o'er the name again, Lord Roland de Vaux of Tryermaine? Alas! they had been friends in youth; . But whispering tongues can poison truth; 410 And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain. And thus it chanced, as I divine, 415 With Roland and Sir Leoline. Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother: They parted-ne'er to meet again! But never either found another 420 To free the hollow heart from painingThey stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between;But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, 425 Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been. Sir Leoline, a moment's space, Stood gazing on the damsel's face: And the youthful Lord of Tryermaine 430 Came back upon his heart again. O then the Baron forgot his age, His noble heart swelled high with rage; He swore by the wounds in Jesu's side He would proclaim it far and wide, 435 With trump and solemn heraldry, That they, who thus had wronged the dame, Were base as spotted infamy! "And if they dare deny the same, My herald shall appoint a week, 440 And let the recreant traitors seek My tourney court-that there and then I may dislodge their reptile souls From the bodies and forms of men!" He spake his eye in lightning rolls! 445 For the lady was ruthlessly seized; and he kenned In the beautiful lady the child of his friend! Again she saw that bosom old, And drew in her breath with a hissing 460 Whereat the Knight turned wildly round, And nothing saw, but his own sweet maid With eyes upraised, as one that prayed. The touch, the sight, had passed away, And in its stead that vision blest, 465 Which comforted her after-rest While in the lady's arms she lay, With new surprise, 470 What ails then my beloved child?" The Baron said.-His daughter mild Made answer, "All will yet be well!'' I ween, she had no power to tell Aught else: so mighty was the spell. 475 Yet he, who saw this Geraldine, Had deemed her sure a thing divine. Such sorrow with such grace she blended, As if she feared she had offended Sweet Christabel, that gentle maid! 480 And with such lowly tones she prayed She might be sent without delay Home to her father's mansion. “Nay! The lady fell, and clasped his knees, 520 Her face upraised, her eyes o'erflowing; And Bracy replied, with faltering voice, His gracious Hail on all bestowing!"Thy words, thou sire of Christabel, Are sweeter than my harp can tell; 525 Yet might I gain a boon of thee, This day my journey should not be, So strange a dream hath come to me, That I had vowed with music loud To clear yon wood from thing unblest, 530 Warned by a vision in my rest! Nay, by my soul!" said Leoline. "Ho! Bracy the bard, the charge be thine! 535 485 Go thou, with music sweet and loud, And take two steeds with trappings proud, "And when he has crossed the Irthing flood, My merry bard! he hastes, he hastes 495 Up Knorren Moor, through Halegarth Wood, And reaches soon that castle good "Bard Bracy! bard Bracy! your horses are fleet, Ye must ride up the hall, your music so sweet, 500 More loud than your horses' echoing feet! And loud and loud to Lord Roland call, Thy daughter is safe in Langdale hall! Thy beautiful daughter is safe and free 540 For in my sleep I saw that dove, I wonder'd what might ail the bird; "And in my dream methought I went To search out what might there be found; And what the sweet bird's trouble meant, That thus lay fluttering on the ground. 545 I went and peered, and could descry No cause for her distressful cry; But yet for her dear lady's sake I stooped, methought, the dove to take, When lo! I saw a bright green snake 550 Coiled around its wings and neck. Green as the herbs on which it couched, Close by the dove's its head it crouched; And with the dove it heaves and stirs, Swelling its neck as she swelled hers! 555 I woke; it was the midnight hour, The clock was echoing in the tower; 560 And thence I vowed this self-same day Thus Bracy said: the Baron, the while, 565 Half-listening heard him with a smile; Then turned to Lady Geraldine, His eyes made up of wonder and love; "Sweet maid, Lord Roland's beauteous 570 With arms more strong than harp or song, 575 With blushing cheek and courtesy fine A snake's small eye blinks dull and shy; And the lady's eyes they shrunk in her head, 585 Each shrunk up to a serpent's eye, And with somewhat of malice, and more 640 His heart was cleft with pain and rage, of dread, At Christabel she looked askance!One moment-and the sight was fled! But Christabel in dizzy trance 590 Stumbling on the unsteady ground Shuddered aloud, with a hissing sound; And Geraldine again turned round, And like a thing, that sought relief, Full of wonder and full of grief, 595 She rolled her large bright eyes divine Wildly on Sir Leoline. The maid, alas! her thoughts are gone, She nothing sees-no sight but one! The maid, devoid of guile and sin, 600 I know not how, in fearful wise, So deeply had she drunken in That look, those shrunken serpent eyes, That look of dull and treacherous hate! 610 Full before her father's view As far as such a look could be In eyes so innocent and blue! His cheeks they quivered, his eyes were wild, 645 To the wronged daughter of his friend The frost performs its secret ministry, The inmates of my cottage, all at rest, 5 Have left me to that solitude, which suits Abstruser musings: save that at my side My cradle infant slumbers peacefully. 'Tis calm indeed! so calm, that it disturbs And vexes meditation with its strange 10 And extreme silentness. Sea, hill, and wood, This populous village! Sea, and hill, and wood, With all the numberless goings-on of life, Inaudible as dreams! the thin blue flame Lies on my low-burnt fire, and quivers not; 15 Only that film, which fluttered on the grate,1 Still flutters there, the sole unquiet thing. 20 Whose puny flaps and freaks the idling With a wild pleasure, falling on mine ear Most like articulate sounds of things to come! So gazed I, till the soothing things, I dreamt, 35 Lulled me to sleep, and sleep prolonged my dreams! And so I brooded all the following morn, Awed by the stern preceptor's face, mine eye Fixed with mock study on my swimming book: Save if the door half opened, and I snatched 40 A hasty glance, and still my heart leaped up, For still I hoped to see the stranger's face, Townsman, or aunt, or sister more beloved, My play-mate when we both were clothed alike! crags Of ancient mountain, and beneath the clouds, Which image in their bulk both lakes and shores And mountain crags: so shalt thou see and hear The lovely shapes and sounds intelligible 60 Of that eternal language, which thy God Utters, who from eternity doth teach Himself in all, and all things in himself. Great universal Teacher! he shall mould Thy spirit, and by giving make it ask. 65 Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee, Whether the summer clothe the general earth With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing 1 See Wordsworth's The Prelude, 8, 433-37 (p. 256). |