« ՆախորդըՇարունակել »
Or wander lone, where, wildering and wide,
The night it was still, and the moon it shone
Serenely on the sea,
They murmur'd pleasantly.
When Gondoline roam'd along the shore,
A maiden full fair to the sight;
Her thoughts they were drear, and the silent tear
It fill'd her faint blue eye,
Her Bertrand's dying sigh.
Her Bertrand was the bravest youth
Of all our good King's men,
And many a month had pass'd away,
And many a rolling year,
Could of her lover hear.
Full oft she vainly tried to pierce
The Ocean's misty face;
She on the wave could trace.
And every night she placed a light
In the high rock's lonely tower, To guide her lover to the land,
Should the murky tempest lower.
But now despair had seized her breast,
And I in peace will die.”
She wander'd o'er the lonely shore,
The Curlew scream'd above, She heard the scream with a sickening heart
Much boding of her love.
Yet still she kept her lonely way,
And this was all her cry, “Oh! tell me but if Bertrand live,
And I in peace shall die."
And now she came to a horrible rift,
A bleak and blasted oak o'erspread
The cavern yawning wide.
And pendant from its dismal top
The deadly nightshade hung; The hemlock and the aconite
Across the mouth were flung.
And all within was dark and drear,
And all without was calm;
By some deep-working charm,
And as she enter'd the cavern wide,
The moonbeam gleamed pale, And she saw a snake on the craggy rock,
It clung by its slimy tail.
Her foot it slipped, and she stood aghast,
She trod on a bloated toad;
She kept upon her road.
And now upon her frozen ear
Mysterious sounds arose;
The blustering north wind blows.
Then furious peals of laughter loud
Were heard with thundering sound, Till they died away in soft decay,
Low whispering o'er the ground.
Yet still the maiden onward went,
The charm yet onward led,
Seem'd bursting from her head.
But now a pale blue light she saw,
It from a distance came,
Burst full a flood of flame.
She stood appall’d; yet still the charm
Upheld her sinking soul;
And each wild eye did roll.
And such a sight as she saw there,
No mortal saw before,
No mortal shall see more.
A burning cauldron stood in the midst,
The flame was fierce and high, And all the cave so wide and long,
Was plainly seen thereby.
And round about the cauldron stout
Twelve withered witches stood : Their waists were bound with living snakes,
And their hair was stiff with blood.
Their hands were gory too; and red
And fiercely flamed their eyes :