THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL. CANTO SECOND. I. IF thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moonlight; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray, When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white; When the cold light's uncertain, shower When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die; When distant Tweed is heard to rave, And the owlet to hoot o'er the dead man's grave, Then go-but go alone the while Then view Saint David's ruined pile; And, home returning, soothly swear, II. Short halt did Deloraine make there; Had gifted the shrine for their soul's repose. III. Bold Deloraine his errand said; He entered the cell of the ancient priest, To hail the monk of Saint Mary's aisle. IV. "The Ladye of Branksome greets thee by me; Says, that the fated hour is come, * Aventayle, visor of the helmet. And that to night I shall watch with thee, V. And strangely on the knight looked he, And his blue eyes gleamed wild and wide; "And, darest thou, warrior! seek to see What heaven and hell alike would hide? My breast, in belt of iron pent, With shirt of hair and scourge of thorn; For threescore years, in penance spent, My knees those flinty stones have worn; For knowing what should ne'er be known. VI. "Penance, father, will I none; Prayer know I hardly one; For mass or prayer can I rarely tarry, Save to patter an Ave Mary, When I ride on a Border foray: Other prayer can I none; So speed me my errand, and let me be gone." |