So cheer'd, she left that Island bleak, And, as they traversed the smooth brine, Shed, on the Slumberer's cold wan cheek Fleet was their course, and when they came Merlin, as fix'd in thought he stood, But where attends thy chariot, where?"— Quoth Merlin, "Even as I was bidden, So have I done; as trusty as thy barge My vehicle shall prove:-O precious Charge! If this be sleep, how soft! if death, how fair! Much have my books disclosed, but th' end is hidden.” He spake; and gliding into view Forth from the grotto's dimmest chamber Came two mute Swans, whose plumes of dusky white Changed, as the pair approach'd the light, Drawing an ebon car, their hue (Like clouds of sunset) into lucid amber. Once more did gentle Nina lift Into th' ethereal element The birds with progress smooth and swift As thought, when through bright regions memory ranges. Sage Merlin, at the Slumberer's side, Instructs the Swans their way to measure; Awe-stricken stood both Knights and Dames All pride; by which all happiness is blighted. Said Merlin, "Mighty King, fair Lords, To mortals, joy is turn'd to sorrow; Where she by shipwreck had been thrown; "Though vast thy power, thy words are weak," Is this her piety's reward? Those watery locks, that bloodless cheek! Rich robes are fretted by the moth; A Father's sorrow for her fate? He will repent him of his troth; His brain will burn, his stout heart split asunder. Alas! and I have caused this woe; For, when my prowess from invading Neighbours Had freed his Realm, he plighted word That he would turn to Christ our Lord, And his dear Daughter on a Knight bestow Whom I should choose for love and matchless labours. Her birth was heathen; but a fence Of holy Angels round her hover'd: A Lady added to my Court, So fair, of such divine report For fifty kingdoms by my sword recover❜d. Ask not for whom, O Champions true! Is now a corse: then put aside Vain thoughts, and speed ye, with observance due Of Christian rites, in Christian ground to lay her." "The tomb," said Merlin, "may not close To check this pious haste of erring duty. My books command me to lay bare What Bridegroom was for her ordain'd by Heaven: Of things that may to gladness turn this weeping. For this, approaching, One by One, Thy Knights must touch the cold hand of the Virgin; So, for the favour'd One, the Flower may bloom Once more: but, if unchangeable her doom, If life departed be for ever gone, Some blest assurance, from this cloud emerging, May teach him to bewail his loss; Not with a grief that, like a vapour, rises Of purposes which no false thought shall cross, 66 'anon, "So be it," said the King; Step forth." To touch the pallid hand Sir Agravaine advanced; no sign he won Abash'd, Sir Dinas turn'd away; Even for Sir Percival was no disclosure; Though he, devoutest of all Champions, ere Whereon diffused like snow the Damsel lay, Full thrice had cross'd himself in meek composure. Imagine (but, ye Saints! who can ?) How in still air the balance trembled,- That overcame some not ungenerous Knights; Of time to Lords and Ladies thus assembled. What patient confidence was here! While drawing toward the car Sir Gawaine, mail'd And softly touch'd; but to his princely cheer Next, disencumber'd of his harp, Sir Tristram, dear to thousands as a brother, Not so Sir Launcelot; - from Heaven's grace When his touch fail'd. — Next came Sir Galahad; For late, as near a murmuring stream Prefigured to his sense th' Egyptian Lady. Now, while his bright-hair'd front he bow'd, And stood, far-kenn'd by mantle furr'd with ermine, As o'er th' insensate Body hung Th' enrapt, the beautiful, the young, Belief sank deep into the crowd That he the solemn issue would determine. Nor deem it strange: the Youth had worn The day when he achieved that matchless feat, The marvel of the PERILOUs Seat, Which whosoe'er approach'd of strength was shorn, Though King or Knight the most renown'd in story. He touch'd with hesitating hand, And, lo! those Birds, far-famed through Love's dominions, The Swans, in triumph clap their wings; . 9 That is, drew his beaver down. The beaver was a part of the helmet that covered the face, but hung on hinges at the ears, so that it could at pleasure be set up over the forehead or drawn down over the face.- Vailed is lowered. Both words are often so used by Shakespeare. And their necks play, involved in rings, [pinions. "Mine is she," cried the Knight;-again they clapp'd their "Mine was she, mine she is, though dead, Of colour dawn'd upon the Damsel's check; Deep was the awe, the rapture high, Of love embolden'd, hope with dread entwining, To lifted eyelids, and a doubtful shining. In silence did King Arthur gaze Then eased his soul at length by praise Of God, and Heaven's pure Queen, the blissful Mary. Then said he, "Take her to thy heart, Through mortal change and immortality; Not long the Nuptials were delay'd; And Angels caroll'd these far-echo'd verses: Who shrinks not from alliance A Ship to Christ devoted By magic domination,— |