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For when the first he had undone,

It closed as he the next begun.

Those iron clasps, that iron band,

Would not yield to unchtistened hand,

Till he smeared the cover o'er

With the Borderer's curdled gore:

A moment then the volume spread,

And one short spell therein he read.

It had much of glamour* might,

Could make a ladye seem a knight;

The cobwebs on a dungeon wall,

Seem tapestry in lordly hall;

A nut-shell seem a gilded barge,

A sheelingf seem a palace large,

And youth seem age, and age seem youth—

All was delusion, nought was truth.

X.

He had not read another spell, t
When on his cheek a buffet fell,

* Magical delusion. t A shepherd's hut.

So fierce, it stretched him on the plain,

Beside the wounded Deloraine.

From the ground he rose dismayed,

And shook his huge and matted head;

One word he muttered, and no more—

"Man of age, thou smitest sore!"

No more the Elfin Page durst try

Into the wonderous Book to pry;

The clasps, though smeared with Christian gore,

Shut faster than they were before.

He hid it underneath his cloak.—

Now, if you ask who gave the stroke,

I cannot tell, so mot I thrive;

It was not given by man alive.

XL

Unwillingly himself he addressed.
To do his master's high behest:
He lifted up the living corse,
And laid it on the weary horse;

He led him into Branksome hall,

Before the beards of the warders all;

And each did after swear and say,

There only passed a wain of hay.

He took him to Lord David's tower,

Even to the Ladye's secret bower;

And, but that stronger spells were spread,

And the door might not be opened,

He had laid him on her very bed.

Whate'er he did of gramarye*,

Was always done maliciously;

He flung the warrior on the ground,

And the blood welled freshly from the wound.

XII.

As he repassed the outer court,

He spied the fair young child at sport:

He thought to train him to the wood;

For, at a word, be it understood,

He was always for ill, and never for good.

* Magic.
F

Seemed to the boy, some comrade gay-
Led him forth to the woods to play;
On the draw-bridge, the warders stou*
Saw a terrier and lurcher passing out.

XIII.

He led the boy o'er bank and fell,

Until they came to a woodland brook; The running stream dissolved the spell,

And his own elvish shape he took. Could he have had his pleasure vilde, He had crippled the joints of the noble child Or, with his fingers long and lean, Had strangled him in fiendish spleen: But his awful mother he had in djread, And also his power was limited j So he but scowled on the startled child, And darted through the forest wild; The woodland brook he bounding crossed, And laughed, and shouted, " Lost! lost! lost

XIV. Full sore amazed at the wonderous change,

And frightened, as a child might be, At the wild yell and visage strange,

And the dark words of gramarye> The child, amidst the forest bower, Stood rooted like a lilye flower;

And when at length, with trembling pace, He sought to find where Branksome lay,

He feared to see that grisly face

Glare from some thicket on his way.
Thus, starting oft, he journeyed on,
And deeper in the wood is gone,—
For aye the more he sought his way,
The farther still he went astray,—
Until he heard the mountains round
Ring to the baying of a hound.

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