Three tedious moons with cheerless ray To bless his drooping Rena's sight. At length through Rena's favourite grove, When now the fourth her radiance shed, He came, and Victory's wreath was wove, But, ah! around a lifeless head. Distracted at the blasting sight, To yon tall cliff's o'erarching brow But while with frantic gaze she view'd And now, though Passion's storm was o'er, Distill'd the slow and silent shower, For this, around yon hallow'd grave HON. CHARLES F. THE ELFIN KING. - O SWIFT, and swifter far he speeds Than earthly steed can run; But I hear not the feet of his courser fleet, As he glides o'er the moorland dun.' Lone was the strath where he cross'd their path, And wide did the heath extend, The Knight in Green on that moor is seen At every seven year's end. And swift is the speed of his coal-black steed As the leaf before the gale, But never yet have that courser's feet Been heard on hill or dale. But woe to the wight who meets the Green Knight, Spell-proof he bear, like the brave St. Clair, For then shall fly his gifted eye Delusions false and dim; And each unbless'd shade shall stand portray'd In ghostly form and limb. O, swift and swifter far he speeds Than earthly steed can run 'He skims the blue air,' said the brave St. Clair, 'Instead of the heath so dun. 'His locks are bright as the streamer's light, No Elfin King, with azure wing, But a courser keen, and a Knight in Green, • Nor Elfin King nor azure wing VOL. III. G G He knew not the path of the lonely strath Where the Elfin King went his round; Or he never had gone with the Green Knight on, How swift they flew! no eye could view Yet swift across both moor and moss And soon was seen a circle green, And the windlestrae *, so limber. and gray, Of the coursers' feet as they rush'd to meet Come here, come here, with thy green feere, Before the bread be stale; To roundel dance with speed advance, Then up to the Knight came a grizzly wight, Sir Knight, eschew this goblin crew, The tabors rung, the lilts were sung, And the Knight the dance did lead; But the maidens fair seem'd round him to stare With eyes like the glassy bead. * Rye-grass. The glance of their eye, so cold and so dry, Their motion is swift, but their limbs they lift Again to the Knight came the grizzly wight, But forward press'd the dauntless guest And there was seen the Knight in Green, And before that Knight was a goblet bright, The fretted brim was studded full trim Sir Geoffry the Bold of the cup laid hold, With heath-ale mantling o'er; And he saw as he drank that the ale never shrank, But mantled as before. Then Sir Geoffry grew pale as he quaffed the ale, And with horny beak the ravens did shriek, But soon throughout the revel rout A strange commotion ran, For beyond the round they heard the sound And soon to St. Clair the grim wight did repair 'Sir Knight, beware of the revellers there, Nor do as they bid thee do.' 'What woful wight art thou,' said the Knight, 'To haunt this wassail fray?' 'I was once,' quoth he, a mortal like thee, Though now I'm an Elfin gray. 'And the knight so bold as the corpse lies cold, Who trod the greensward ring; He must wander along with that restless throng, For aye, with the Elfin King. With the restless crew, in weeds so blue, The hapless Knight must wend; Nor ever be seen on haunted green Fair is the mien of the Knight in Green, "Tis hard to believe how malice can live And light and fair are the fields of air, Still doom'd to fleet from the regions of heat 'When high over head fall the streamers * red, He views the blessed afar; And in stern despair darts through the air With his shadowy crew, in weeds so blue, *Northern lights. |