Reason and thought she had never known,
Her heart was as cold as a heart of stone;
So you might guess from her eyes' dim rays,
And her idiot laugh, and her vacant gaze.
She wandered about all lone on the heather,
She and the wild heath-birds together;
For Lillian seldom spoke or smiled,
But she sang as sweet as a little child.
Into her song her dreams would throng,
Silly, and wild, and out of place;
And yet that wild and roving song

Entranced the soul in its desolate grace.

And hence the story had ever run

That the fairest of dames was a Headless One.

The pilgrim in his foreign weeds

Would falter in his prayer;

And the monk would pause with his half-told

beads

To breathe a blessing there;

The knight would loose his visor-clasp,

And drop the rein from his nerveless grasp,

And pass his hand across his brow

With a sudden sigh, and a whispered vow,

And marvel Flattery's tale was told,

From a lip so young, to an ear so cold.

She had seen her sixteenth winter out,
When she met with the beast I was singing

about:

The Dragon, I told you, had dined that day;
So he gazed upon her as he lay,

Earnestly looking, and looking long,

With his appetite weak, and his wonder strong. Silent he lay in his motionless coil;

And the song of the Lady was sweet the while :

"Nonny nonny!-I hear it float,
Iunocent bird, thy tremulous note:
It comes from thy home in the eglantine,
And I stay this idle song of mine,
Nonny nonny!-to listen to thine!

"Nonny nonny!-'Lillian sings
The sweetest of all living things!'
So Sir Launcelot averred;

But surely Sir Launcelot never heard
Nonny nonny!-the natural bird!"

The Dragon he lay in mute amaze,

Till something of kindness crept into his gaze;

He drew the flames of his nostrils in,

He veiled his claws with their speckled skin,

He curled his fangs in a hideous smile;

And the song of the Lady was sweet the while:

"Nonny nonny!-who shall tell

Where the summer breezes dwell?

Lightly and brightly they breathe and blow,

But whence they come and whither they go,
Nonny nonny!-who shall know?

"Nonny nonny!-I hear your tone,
But I feel ye cannot read mine own;
And I lift my neck to your fond embraces,
But who hath seen in your resting-places,
Nonny nonny!-your beautiful faces?"

A moment! and the Dragon came
Crouching down to the peerless dame,
With his fierce red eye so fondly shining,
And his terrible tail so meekly twining,
And the scales on his huge limbs gleaming o'er,
Gayer than ever they gleamed before.

She had won his heart, while she charmed his ear,
And Lillian smiled, and knew no fear.
And see, she mounts between his wings

(Never a queen had a gaudier throne),

And fairy-like she sits and sings,

Guiding the steed with a touch and a tone. Aloft, aloft in the clear blue ether,

The dame and the Dragon they soared together; He bore her away on the breath of the gale— The two little dwarfs held fast by the tail.

Fanny! a pretty group for drawing;
My dragon like a war-horse pawing,

My dwarfs in a fright, and my girl in an attitude, Patting the beast in her soulless gratitude. There; you may try it if you will,

While I drink my coffee, and nib my quili.

END OF CANTO 1

LILLIAN.

CANTO II.

THE sun shone out on hill and grove;

It was a glorious day;

The lords and the ladies were making love,

And the clowns were making hay;

But the Town of Brentford marked with wonder
A lightning in the sky, and thunder,

And thinking ('twas a thinking town)
Some prodigy was coming down,

A mighty mob to Merlin went
To learn the cause of this portent;
And he, a wizard sage, but comical,
Looked through his glasses astronomical,
And puzzled every foolish sconce
By this oracular response :—

"Now the Slayer doth not slay,
Weakness flings her fear away,
Power bears the Powerless;
Pity rides the Pitiless;

Are ye Lovers? are ye brave?
Hear ye this, and seek, and save!