LORD ROLAND.

LORD ROLAND rose, and went to mass,
And doffed his mourning weed;
And bade them bring a looking-glass,
And saddle fast a steed;

I'll deck with gems my bonnet's loop,
And wear a feather fine,

And when lorn lovers sit and droop,

Why, I will sit and dine;—

Sing merrily, sing merrily!

And fill the cup of wine.

Though Elgitha be thus untrue,

Adèle is beauteous yet;

And he that's baffled by the blue
May bow before the jet;

So welcome, welcome, hall or heath!
So welcome, shower or shine!
And wither there, thou willow wreath,

Thou never shalt be mine;

Sing merrily, sing merrily!

And fill the cup of wine.

Proud Elgitha! a health to thee, A health in brimming gold, VOL. II.-23

And store of lovers after me,
As honest, and less cold;
My hand is on my bugle-horn,
My boat is on the brine;
If ever gallant died of scorn
I shall not die of thine;-

Sing merrily, sing merrily!
And fill the cup of wine.

(1824.)

YES OR NO.

I.

THE Baron de Vaux hath a valiant crest,—

My Lady is fair and free;

The Baron is full of mirth and jest,

My Lady is full of glee;

But their path, we know, is a path of woe,

And many the reason guess,

The Baron will ever mutter "No,"

When my Lady whispers "Yes.'

II.

The Baron will pass the wine-cup round,My Lady forth will roam;

The Baron will out with horse and hound,— My Lady sits at home;

The Baron will go to draw the bow,

My Lady will go to chess;

And the Baron will ever mutter "No,"
When my Lady whispers "Yes."

III.

The Baron hath ears for a lovely lay,
If my Lady sings it not;

The Baron is blind to a beauteous day,
If it beam in my Lady's grot;

The Baron bows low to a furbelow,
If it be not my Lady's dress;

And the Baron will ever mutter "No,"
When my Lady whispers "Yes."

IV.

Now saddle my steed, and helm my head,

Be ready in the porch;

Stout Guy, with a ladder of silken thread,
And trusty Will, with a torch:

The wind may blow, the torrent flow,
No matter,-on we press;

I never can near the Baron's "No,"
When my Lady whispers "Yes."

(1827.)

TELL HIM I LOVE HIM YET.

I.

TELL him I love him yet,

As in that joyous time;

Tell him I ne'er forget,

Though memory now be crime;
Tell him, when sad moonlight
Is over earth and sea,

I dream of him by night,-
He must not dream of me!

11.

Tell him to go where Fame
Looks proudly on the brave;
Tell him to win a name

By deeds on land and wave;
Green, green upon his brow

The laurel wreath shall be; Although the laurel now

May not be shared with me.

III.

Tell him to smile again

In Pleasure's dazzling throng,

To wear another's chain,

To praise another's song;