III. SIR HILARY charged at Agincourt,- And though in that old age of sport 'Tis said Sir Hilary muttered there My First to all the brave and proud My Next with her cold and quiet cloud And both together to all blue eyes That weep when a warrior nobly dies. IV. ENIGMA. A TEMPLAR kneeled at a friar's knee; With curling locks and forehead high, Or called for a contribution As ever read, at midnight hour, Ordained for a peasant the penance whip, "Oh, Father! in the dim twilight "I rent my victim's coat of green ; I grasped him, Father, all the while "Though he was rich, and very old, I did not touch a grain of gold, But the blood I drank from the bubbling vein Hath left on my lip a purple stain." My son my son! for this thou hast done, Though the sands of thy life for aye should run,” The merry monk did say; 66 Though thine eye be bright, and thine heart be light, Hot spirits shall haunt thee all the night, The thunders of the Church were ended, V. My First, in torrents bleak and black, When, with my Second at his back, "Now take me in; the moon hath passed; I pray ye, take me in! The lightnings flash, the hail falls fast, "I know thee well, thy songs and sighs; A wicked god thou art, And yet most welcome to the eyes, The lover bade him enter there, And therefore-(so the urchin swore, By Styx, the fearful river, That Lover aye shall see my whole And when the lightnings cease to roll, VI. THE Indian lover burst From his lone cot by night;- The Indian left the shore; He heard the night wind sing, And wished that he could soar The blast came cold and damp, I lent my lingering lamp, He paddled his canoe. |