20 And a dead man's arm by a magic charm And where it was lopt, still dropt and dropt Where ends the room, doth a crystal tomb And on each hand two skeletons stand, That on the right holds a falchion bright, And crowns of jet with jewels beset And both those grim colossal kings With fingers long and lean Point tow'rds the tomb, within whose womb A captive Dame is seen. A form more fair than that prisoner's, ne'er Since the days of Eve was known; Every glance, that flew from her eyes of blue, And one sweet kiss from her roseate lips Soon as Sir Guy had met her eye, And her lips of love seemed fast to move, Then her hands did she join in suppliant sign, And like dews that streak the rose's cheek, The warrior felt his stout heart melt, "Oh! what can I do," he cried, "for you? Then out and speaks the wizard ; Hollow his accents fall! "Was never man, since the world began, Could burst that crystal wall: "For the hand, which raised its magic frame, Had oft clasped Satan's own; And the lid bears a name. the same Is stamped on Satan's throne; .Young Knight, "At its maker's birth long trembled the earth ; The skies dropt showers of gore; And she, who to light gave the wondrous wight, Had died seven years before; "And at Satan's right hand while keeping his stand, The foulest Fiend of fire Shrunk back with awe, when the babe he saw, "But hark, Sir Knight! and riddle aright "See'st yonder sword, with jewels rare Its dudgeon crusted o'er? See'st yonder horn of ivory fair? 'Twas Merlin's horn of yore! "That horn to sound, or sword to draw, Now, youth, your choice explain; But that which you choose, beware how you lose, For you never will find it again; "And that once lost, all hopes are crost, Which now you fondly form; And that once gone, the sun ne'er shone A sadder wight to warm; "But such keen woe, as never can know Oblivion's balmy power, With fixed despair your soul will share, Till comes your dying hour. "Your choice now make for yon Beauty's sake; To burst her bonds endeavour ; But that which you choose, beware how you lose ; Once lost, 'tis lost for ever!"— In pensive mood awhile now stood Sir Guy, and gazed around; Now he turned his sight to the left, to the right, Now he fixed it on the ground. Now the falchion's blaze attracted his gaze; But he heard fear cry,-"you're wrong, Sir Guy!" Now his steps he addrest tow'rds the North and the West; Now he turned tow'rds the East and the South; Till with desperate thought the horn he caught, And prest it to his mouth. Hark! the blast is a blast so strong and so shrill, That the vaults like thunder ring; And each marble horse stamps the floor with force, And from sleep the warriors spring! And frightful stares each stony eye, At this strange attack full swift sprang back, Away he threw the horn, and drew His falchion keen and bright. But soon as the horn his grasp forsook, Was heard a cry of grief; It seemed the yell of a soul in hell And straight each light was extinguished quite, On the Wizard's brow, (whose flashings now And those sparks of fire, which grief and ire And he stamped in rage, and he laughed in scorn, While in thundering tone he roared, "Now shame on the coward who sounded a horn, When he might have unsheathed a sword!" He said, and from his mouth there came Whose poisonous breath seemed the kiss of death, Morning breaks! again he wakes; And still in his heart he feels the dart, From the ground he springs! as if he had wings, The ruin he wanders o'er, |