For the bright Queen of St. Louis, The star of court and hall! But the deep strength of the gentle heart Her lord was in the Paynim's hold, His soul with grief oppressed, Yet calmly lay the desolate, With her young babe on her breast. There were voices in the city, Voices of wrath and fear "The walls grow weak, the strife is vain Yield! yield and let the Crescent gleam They bore those fearful tidings To the sad queen where she lay— They told a tale of wavering hearts, Of treason and dismay; The blood rushed through her pearly cheek, The sparkle to her eye "Now call me hither those recreant knights From the bands of Italy!" Then through the vaulted chambers Stern iron footsteps rang; And heavily the sounding floor Gave back the sabre's clang. They stood around her-steel-clad men But they quailed before the loftier soul Yes! as before the falcon shrinks The bird of meaner wing, So shrank they from the imperial glance And her flute-like voice rose clear and high As a silver clarion's sound. "The honour of the Lily Is in your hands to keep, And the banner of the Cross, for Him And the city which for Christian prayer And is it these your hearts would yield "Then bring me here a breast-plate And a helm, before ye fly, And I will gird my woman's form, And the boy whom I have borne for woe, But never for disgrace, Shall go within mine arms to death Meet for his royal race. "Look on him, as he slumbers In the shadow of the lance! Then go, and with the Cross forsake But tell your homes ye To perish undefiled ; left one heart A woman, and a queen, to guard Her honour and her child! " Before her words they thrilled, like leaves And a deepening murmur told of men And her babe awoke to flashing swords, As they gathered round the helpless one, "We are thy warriors, lady! True to the Cross and thee; The spirit of thy kindling words Rest, with thy fair child on thy breast; St. Denis for the Lily-flower F. HEMANS. LXIX PIBROCH OF DONUIL DHU. Pibroch of Donuil Dhu, Come away, come away, Come from deep glen, and True heart that wears one, Leave untended the herd, The flock without shelter; Leave the corpse uninterred, The bride at the altar; Leave the deer, leave the steer, Leave nets and barges : Come with your fighting gear, Broadswords and targes. Come as the winds come, when Come as the waves come, when Navies are stranded: Faster come, faster come, Faster and faster, Chief, vassal, page and groom, Tenant and master. Fast they come, fast they come, Blended with heather. Cast your plaids, draw your blades, Forward each man set! Pibroch of Donuil Dhu, Knell for the onset! LXX THE MUFFLED DRUM. The muffled drum was heard Of a soldier's burial-rite. SIR W. SCOTT. |