XXXIII. “ He of the Lake, whose empty seat was placed, “Oh who shall dare to praise that chief of pride, Who, when the jealous Gwendolen is nigh, Whose proffer'd love he meets with so cold courtesy ? "By forged tales to shroud thy secret care! Who more than thou the myrtle branch has twined, And ring'd with flowery wreath his auburn air? Ah wooing vainly spent! some absent fair Has o'er the warrior hung her silken chain; Witness the purple scarf he loves to wear, Witness his wanderings o'er the nightly plain, Witness Ygwerna's love and Lancelot's disdain! " XXXV. Ganora sigh'd; but all unmark'd the sigh To reckon up the praise of that young lord, And sprung from elder kings of Brutus' race ; But changeful fate, and war with ruthless sword Could ancient Tribles' goodly towers deface, And poppies wave the head in the tall banner's place. XXXVI. "When bloody Claudas sack'd the Armoric shore, XXXVII. "There, wretched sire, by daily wrath pursued, To a wild cave with painful travel came, And ravaged fields, he gazed, but nothing said, cr XXXVIII. She, chafing his cold brows, and with her tears Nor space, nor leisure found for other fears; But when her much-loved lord deceased she knew, Who haply wandering through the twilight glade. XXXIX. "Beneath the hollow waters is her home, When late her loss returning reason told, Sought the sad shelter of a convent grate, And wept with live-long grief her boy's untimely fate. XL. Him, when his vigorous youth was ripe for war, And downy cheek was cloth'd in darker shade, On airy wheels and dragon-yoked car, To Arthur's court his elfin nurse convey'd, In polish'd arms of maiden white array'd, And silver shield as princely youth became ; Who since untam'd, unrivall'd, undismay'd In tourney strife and war's illustrious game, Has borne from every knight the foremost meed of fame.” XLI. "All otherwise I deem," Ganora cried, "Nor him account the best and bravest knight Who, wrapt in sordid gain or warrior pride, Is dead to ladies' pain and love's delight." "Ah who," said Gwendolen, "shall read aright The close-kept secret of a hero's love! Yet some have said, in magic beauty bright, His elfin dame has power his mind to move, And urge his pensive steps along the twilight grove." XLII. A livid blush the queen's pale face o'erspread, Or under hollow hill or cavern'd stone? Broke from th' unfinish'd tale and sadly left the place. Enter two Goblins bearing a casket. Gwendolen. What forms are these? Goblin. Spirits of nether earth Are we, and servants to the mighty Merlin, From whom we bear these treasures to his bride. Or ere the raven twice hath flapt her wing He will himself be here. Gwendolen. Good angels guard me! Enter two Sylphs and two Sea Nymphs. SONG. Nymphs of air and ancient sea, |