"OH, low he lies; his cold pale cheek "Lies lifelefs on the clay;

"Yet ftruggling hope-O day spring break, "And lead me on my way.

"On Denmark's cruel bands, O heaven!

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Thy red-wing'd vengeance pour;

"Before my Wolfwold's fpear be driven→→

"O rise bright morning hour!"—

Thus Ulla wail'd, the faireft maid.

Of all the Saxon race;

Thus Ulla wail'd, in nightly shade,

While tears bedew'd her face.

When

When fudden o'er the fir-crown'd hill,
The full orb'd moon arose;
And o'er the winding dale fo ftill,
Her filver radiance flows.

No more could Ulla's fearful breaft,
Her anxious care delay;

But deep with hope and fear imprefs'd;
She holds the moonshine way.

She left the bower, and all alone
She traced the dale fo ftill;

And fought the cave, with rue o'ergrown,
Beneath the fir-crown'd hill,

Black knares of blasted oak, embound
With hemlock, fenced the cell:
The dreary mouth, half under ground,
Yawn'd like the gate of hell.

Soon as the gloomy den fhe fpied,
Cold Horror fhook her knee;

"And heat, O Prophetefs," fhe cried,
"A Princefs fue to thee."-

Aghaft she stood! athwart the air,

The difmal fcreech-owl flew; The fillet round her auburn hair

Afunder burft in two.

Her

Her robe of fofteft yellow, glow'd
Beneath the moon's pale beam,

And o'er the ground, with yew-boughs ftrew'd,
Effufed a golden gleam.

The golden gleam the Sorceress spied,

As in her deepest cell,

At midnight's magic hour fhe tried
A tomb o'erpowering spell.

When from the cavern's dreary womb
Her groaning voice arofe,

"O come, my daughter, fearless come,
"And fearlefs tell thy woes."-

As fhakes the bough of trembling leaf,
When whirlwinds f dden rife;
As ftands aghaft the warrior chief,
When his bafe army flies;

So fhook, fo ftood, the beauteous maid,
When from the dreary den
A wrinkled hag came forth, array'd
In matted rags obfcene.

Around her brows, with hemlock bound,

Loofe hung her afh-grey hair;

As from two dreary caves profound
Her blue flamed eye-balls glare.

Her

Her fkin, of earthy red, appear'd
Clung round her fhoulder bones,
Like wither'd bark, by lightning fear'd
When loud the tempeft groans.

A robe of fqualid green and blue,
Her ghoftly length array'd,
A gaping rent, full to the view
Her furrow'd ribs betray'd.

"And tell, my daughter, fearless tell, "what forrow brought thee here; "So may my power thy cares expel, "And give thee fweeteft cheer."

"O, mistress of the powerful fpell, "King Edric's daughter fee; "Northumbria to my father fell, "And forrow fell to me.

"My virgin heart Lord Wolfwold won ;

My father on him smiled;

"Soon as he gain'd Northumbria's throne,

"His pride the youth exiled.

"Stern Denmark's ravens o'er the feas
"Their gloomy black wings fpread,
"And o'er Northumbria's hills and leas,
"Their dreadful fquadrons fped.

Return,

"Return, brave Wolfwold,'-Edric cried,
"O generous warrior, hear,
'My daughter's hand, thy willing bride,
Awaits thy conquering fpear.'-

"The banish'd youth in Scotland's court
"Had pafs'd the weary year;
"And foon he heard the glad report,
"And foon he grasp'd his spear.

"He left the Scottish dames to weep,
"And wing'd with true love speed;
"Nor day, nor night, he ftopt to fleep,
"And foon he crofs'd the Tweed.

"With joyful voice, and raptured eyes, "He prefs'd my willing hand;

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"I go, my fair, my love,'-he cries, To guard thy father's land.

"Alas, alas! that time is o'er,

"And three long days befide, "Yet not a word from Edon's fhore

"Has cheer'd his fearful bride.