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The tempest crackles on the leads,
And, ringing, spins from brand and mail;
And gilds the driving hail.
No branchy thicket shelter yields;
Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields.
A maiden knight—to me is given
Such hope, I know not fear;
That often meet me here.
Pure spaces clothed in living beams,
Whose odours haunt my dreams;
This mortal armour that I wear,
Are touch'd, are turn'd to finest air.
VOL. II. X
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."
By bridge and ford, by park and pale, All-arm'd I ride, whate'er betide,
Until I find the holy Grail.
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:
"Sweet Emma Moreland, love no more
"Ellen Adair she loved me well,
Against her father's and mother's will
To-day I sat for an hour and wept,
"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—
I repent me of all I did:
"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!'