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The tempest crackles on the leads,

And, ringing, spins from brand and mail;
But o'er the dark a glory spreads,

And gilds the driving hail.
I leave the plain, I climb the height:

No branchy thicket shelter yields;
But blessed forms in whistling storms

Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields.

A maiden knight—to me is given

Such hope, I know not fear;
I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven

That often meet me here.
I muse on joy that will not cease,

Pure spaces clothed in living beams,
Pure lilies of eternal peace,

Whose odours haunt my dreams;
And, stricken by an angel's hand,

This mortal armour that I wear,
This weight and size, this heart and eyes,

Are touch'd, are turn'd to finest air.

VOL. II. X

VII.

The clouds are broken in the sky,

And thro' the mountain-walls A rolling organ-harmony

Swells up, and shakes and falls. Then move the trees, the copses nod,

Wings flutter, voices hover clear: "O just and faithful knight of God!

Ride on! the prize is near."
So pass I hostel, hall, and grange;

By bridge and ford, by park and pale, All-arm'd I ride, whate'er betide,

Until I find the holy Grail.

EDWARD GRAY.

Sweet Emma Moreland of yonder town

Met me walking on yonder way, "And have you lost your heart 1" she said;

"And are you married yet, Edward Gray V

Sweet Emma Moreland spoke to me:
Bitterly weeping I turn'd away:

"Sweet Emma Moreland, love no more
Can touch the heart of Edward Gray.

"Ellen Adair she loved me well,

Against her father's and mother's will

To-day I sat for an hour and wept,
By Ellen's grave, on the windy hill.

"Shy she was, and I thought her cold;

Thought her proud, and fled over the sea Fill'd I was with folly and spite,

When Ellen Adair was dying for me.

"Cruel, cruel the words I said!

Cruelly came they back to-day: • You're too slight and fickle,' I said,

1 To trouble the heart of Edward Gray.'

"There I put my face in the grass—
Whisper'd, ' Listen to my despair:

I repent me of all I did:
Speak a little, Ellen Adair!'

"Then I took a pencil, and wrote On the mossy stone, as I lay,

'Here lies the body of Ellen Adair; And here the heart of Edward Gray!'

"Love may come, and love may go,
And fly, like a bird, from tree to tree:

But I will love no more, no more,
Till Ellen Adair come back to me.

"Bitterly wept I over the stone:
Bitterly weeping I turn'd away:

There lies the body of Ellen Adair!
And there the heart of Edward Grav!'

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