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The downward pathway taking, That leads her to the torrent's side
And to a holly bower;
By whom on this still night descried?
A wandering Ghost, so thinks the Knight,
Beneath the boughs that heard their vows,
Flung from her to the stream.
What means the Spectre? Why intent
Thought Eglamore, by which I swore
Here am I, and to-morrow's sun,
That bliss is ne'er so surely won
As when a circuit has been run
So from the spot whereon he stood,
He moved with stealthy pace;
And, drawing nigh, with his living eye,
And whispers caught, and speeches small,
Some muttered to the torrent fall,
"Roar on, and bring him with thy call;
I heard, and so may he!"
Soul-shattered was the Knight, nor knew
If Emma's Ghost it were,
Or boding Shade, or if the Maid
He touched, what followed who shall tell?
Of slumber-shrieking, back she fell,
In plunged the Knight! - when on firm ground
The rescued Maiden lay,
Her eyes grew bright with blissful light,
Confusion passed away;
She heard, ere to the throne of grace
Her faithful Spirit flew,
His voice; beheld his speaking face,
And, dying, from his own embrace,
So was he reconciled to life:
Brief words may speak the rest;
Within the dell he built a cell,
Wild stream of Aira, hold thy course,
Where clouds that spread in solemn shade,
Dear art thou to the light of Heaven,
Though minister of sorrow;
Sweet is thy voice at pensive Even;
THE PET LAMB.
THE dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink;
And, looking o'er the hedge, before me I espied
A snow-white mountain Lamb, with a Maiden at its
No other sheep were near, the Lamb was all alone,
While to that mountain Lamb she gave its evening meal.
The Lamb, while from her hand he thus his supper
Seemed to feast with head and ears, and his tail with pleasure shook.
"Drink, pretty Creature, drink!" she said in such a
That I almost received her heart into my own.
'Twas little Barbara Lewthwaite, a Child of beauty rare!
I watched them with delight, they were a lovely pair. Now with her empty Can the Maiden turned away: But ere ten yards were gone her footsteps did she stay.
Towards the Lamb she looked; and from that shady place
I unobserved could see the workings of her face:
Thus, thought I, to her Lamb that little Maid might
"What ails thee, Young One?-what? Why pull so at thy cord?
Is it not well with thee?-well both for bed and
Thy plot of grass is soft, and green as grass can be; Rest, little Young One, rest; what is't that aileth thee?
"What is it thou wou ast seek? What is wanting to thy heart?
Thy limbs are they not strong? and beautiful thou art: This grass is tender grass; these flowers they have
And that green corn all day is rustling in thy ears!
"If the Sun be shining hot; do but stretch thy woollen chain,
This beech is standing by, its covert thou canst gain; For rain and mountain storms! the like thou needest
The rain and storm are things that scarcely can come here.
"Rest, little Young One, rest! thou hast forgot the
When my Father found thee first in places far away: Many flocks were on the hills, but thou wert owned
And thy mother from thy side for evermore was gone.
"He took thee in his arms, and in pity brought thee home
A blessed day for thee! then whither wouldst thou roam ?
A faithful Nurse thou hast; the dam that did thee
Upon the mountain tops no kinder could have been.