FIRST PART OF CHRISTABEL. Tis the middle of night by the castle clock, And the owls have awaken'd the crowing cock, Tu-whit!Tu - whoo! And hark, again! the crowing cock, How drowsily it crew. Sir Leoline, the Baron rich, Hath a toothless mastiff bitch; From her kennel beneath the rock She maketh answer to the clock, Four for the quarters, and twelve for the hour Is the night chilly and dark? The lovely lady, Christabel, Whom her father loves so well, What makes her in the wood so late, A furlong from the castle gate? Dreams that made her moan and leap She stole along, she nothing spoke, The lady sprang up suddenly, It moaned as near as near can be, The night is chill; the forest bare; Hush, beating heart of Christabel! Jesu Maria, shield her well! She folded her arms beneath her cloak, And stole to the other side of the oak. There she sees a damsel bright, That shadowy in the moonlight shone: I guess, 'twas frightful there to sec 'Mary mother, save me now!' (Said Christabel,) 'And who art thou?' The lady strange made answer meet, And her voice was faint and sweet :'Have pity on my sore distress, I scarce can speak for weariness: Stretch forth thy hand, and have no fear!' Said Christabel, 'How camest thou here?' 'My sire is of a noble line, And my name is Geraldine : Five warriors seized me yestermorn, Me, even me, a maid forlorn : They choked my cries with force and fright, And tied me on a palfrey white. The palfrey was as fleet as wind, And they rode furiously behind. They spurred amain, their steeds were white: And once we cross'd the shade of night. As sure as Heaven shall rescue me, I have no thought what men they be; Some mutter'd words his comrades spoke: I thought I heard, some minutes past, Stretch forth thy hand' (thus ended she), 'And help a wretched maid to flee.' Then Christabel stretch'd forth her hand 'O well, bright dame! may you command And gladly our stout chivalry Will he send forth and friends withal To guide and guard you safe and free She rose and forth with steps they pass'd Sir Leoline is weak in health, But we will move as if in stealth, And I beseech your courtesy, This night, to share your couch with me." They cross'd the moat, and Christabel Took the key that fitted well; A little door she open'd straight, All in the middle of the gate; The gate that was iron'd within and without, Where an army in battle array had march'd out. The lady sank, belike through pain, And Christabel with might and main Lifted her up, a weary weight, Over the threshold of the gate: Then the lady rose again, And moved, as she were not in pain. So free from danger, free from fear, They cross'd the court: right glad they were And Christabel devoutly cried To the lady by her side; 'Praise we the Virgin all divine Who hath rescued thee from thy distress!' 'Alas, alas!' said Geraldine, 'I cannot speak for weariness.' So free from danger, free from fear, Outside her kennel the mastiff old For what can ail the mastiff bitch? They pass'd the hall, that echoes still, Pass as lightly as you will! The brands were flat, the brands were dying, Amid their own white ashes lying; But when the lady pass'd, there came A tongue of light, a fit of flame; And nothing else saw she thereby, Save the boss of the shield of Sir Leoline tall, Which hung in a murky old niche in the wall 'O softly tread,' said Christabel, 'My father seldom sleepeth well.' Sweet Christabel her feet doth bare, They steal their way from stair to stair, The moon shines dim in the open air, |