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"Ah! what white thing at the door has cross'd,
Sister Helen?
Ah! what is this that sighs in the frost?"
"A soul that's lost as mine is lost,

Little brother!"

(0 Mother, Mary Mother, Lost, lost, all lost, between Hell and Heaven!)

THE STAFF AND SCRIP.

[The Oxford and Cambridge Magazine 1856. 1852. Memoir pg. 197.]

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"WHO rules these lands?" the Pilgrim said.
"Stranger, Queen Blanchelys."

"And who has thus harried them?" he said.
"It was Duke Luke did this:
God's ban be his!"

The Pilgrim said: "Where is your house?
I'll rest there, with your will."

"You've but to climb these blackened boughs
And you'll see it over the hill,
For it burns still."

“Which road, to seek your Queen?” said he.
"Nay, nay, but with some wound
You'll fly back hither, it may be,
And by your blood i' the ground
My place be found.”

"Friend, stay in peace. God keep your head,
And mine, where I will
go;

For He is here and there," he said.

He passed the hill-side, slow,
And stood below.

The Queen sat idle by her loom:
She heard the arras stir,
And looked up sadly: through the room.
The sweetness sickened her
Of musk and myrrh.

Her women, standing two and two,
In silence combed the fleece.
The Pilgrim said, "Peace be with you,
Lady;" and bent his knees.

She answered, "Peace."

Her eyes were like the wave within;
Like water-reeds the poise
Of her soft body, dainty thin;
And like the water's noise
Her plaintive voice.

For him, the stream had never well'd
In desert tracts, malign

So sweet; nor had he ever felt
So faint in the sunshine
Of Palestine.

Right so, he knew that he saw weep
Each night through every dream
The Queen's own face, confused in sleep
With visages supreme
Not known to him.

"Lady," he said, "your lands lie burnt
And waste: to meet your foe
All fear: this I have seen and learnt.
Say that it shall be so,
And I will go."

Jiriczek, Englische Dichter.

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She gazed at him. "Your cause is just,
For I have heard the same,"

He said: "God's strength shall be my trust.
Fall it to good or grame,

'Tis in His name."

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"Sir, you are thanked. My cause is dead. Why should you toil to break A grave, and fall therein?" she said. He did not pause but spake: "For my vow's sake."

"Can such vows be, Sir-to God's ear,
Not to God's will?" "My vow
Remains: God heard me there as here,"
He said with reverent brow,
"Both then and now."

They gazed together, he and she,
The minute while he spoke;
And when he ceased, she suddenly
Looked round upon her folk
As though she woke.

"Fight, Sir," she said; "my prayers in pain Shall be your fellowship."

He whispered one among her train,"To-morrow bid her keep

This staff and scrip."

She sent him a sharp sword, whose belt
About his body there

As sweet as her own arms he felt.

He kissed its blade, all bare,
Instead of her.

She sent him a green banner wrought
With one white lily stem,

To bind his lance with when he fought.
He writ upon the same
And kissed her name.

She sent him a white shield, whereon
She bade that he should trace

His will. He blent fair hues that shone,
And in a golden space
He kissed her face.

Born of the day that died, that eve
Now dying sank to rest;
As he, in likewise taking leave,
Once with a heaving breast
Looked to the west.

And there the sunset skies unseal'd,
Like lands he never knew,
Beyond to-morrow's battle-field
Lay open out of view
To ride into.

Next day till dark the women pray'd:
Nor any might know there

How the fight went: the Queen has bade That there do come to her

No messenger.

The Queen is pale, her maidens ail;
And to the organ-tones

They sing but faintly, who sang well

The matin-orisons,

The lauds and nones.

Lo, Father, is thine ear inclin'd,
And hath thine angel pass'd?
For these thy watchers now are blind
With vigil, and at last
Dizzy with fast.

Weak now to them the voice o' the priest
As any trance affords;

And when each anthem failed and ceas'd,
It seemed that the last chords
Still sang the words.

"Oh what is the light that shines so red? 'Tis long since the sun set;" Quoth the youngest to the eldest maid: "Twas dim but now, and yet The light is great."

Quoth the other: "Tis our sight is dazed That we see flame i' the air."

But the Queen held her brows and gazed,
And said, "It is the glare
Of torches there."

"Oh what are the sounds that rise and spread? All day it was so still;"

Quoth the youngest to the eldest maid:
"Unto the furthest hill
The air they fill.”

Quoth the other: "Tis our sense is blurr'd
With all the chants gone by."

But the Queen held her breath and heard,
And said, "It is the cry
Of Victory."

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