2 LOVE AND DEATH. WHAT time the mighty moon was gathering light "You must begone," said Death, "these walks are mine ' Love wept and spread his sheeny vans for flight ; Life eminent creates the shade of death; THE BALLAD OF ORIANA. My heart is wasted with my woe, Oriana. There is no rest for me below, Oriana. When the long dun wolds are ribb'd with snow, And loud the Norland whirlwinds blow Oriana, Alone I wander to and fro, Oriana. Ere the light on dark was growing, At midnight the cock was crowing, Winds were blowing, waters flowing, Oriana; Aloud the hollow bugle blowing, Oriana. In the yew-wood black as night, Ere I rode into the fight, Oriana, While blissful tears blinded my sight I to thee my troth did plight, She stood upon the castle wall, She watch'd my crest among them all, She saw me fight, she heard me call, When forth there stept a foeman tall, Oriana, Atween me and the castle wall, Oriana. The bitter arrow went aside, Oriana: The false, false arrow went aside, Oriana: The damned arrow glanced aside, And pierced thy heart, my love, my bride, Oriana! Thy heart, my life, my love, my bride, Oriana! Oh! narrow, narrow was the space, Oriana. Loud, loud rung out the bugle's brays, Oh! deathful stabs were dealt apace, The battle deepen'd in its place, Oriana; But I was down upon my face, They should have stabb'd me where I lay, Oriana I How could I rise and come away, Oriana? How could I look upon the day? They should have stabb'd me where I lay, They should have trod me into clay, O breaking heart that will not break, O pale, pale face so sweet and meek, Oriana! Thou smilest, but thou dost not speak, Oriana: What wantest thou? whom dost thou seek, Oriana? I cry aloud : none hear my cries, Oriana. Thou comest atween me and the skies, Oriana. I feel the tears of blood arise Up from my heart unto my eyes, Within thy heart my arrow lies, O cursed hand! O cursed blow! O happy thou that liest low, Oriana! All night the silence seems to flow Oriana. A weary, weary way I go, Oriana. When Norland winds pipe down the seɛ, Oriana, I walk, I dare not think of thee, Oriana. Thou liest beneath the greenwood tree, I dare not die and come to thee, Oriana. I hear the roaring of the sea, Oriana. |