And when at even the woodlands rung, When hymns of other worlds she sung, In ecstacy of sweet devotion, O, then the glen was all in motion. Broke from their bughts and faulds the tame, And goved around, charmed and amazed; And murmured and looked with anxious pain For something the mystery to explain. The corby left her houf in the rock; The hind came tripping o'er the dew; The wolf and the kid their raike began, And the tod, and the lamb, and the leveret ran; The hawk and the hern attour them hung, And the merl and the mavis forhooyed their young; And all in a peaceful ring were hurled : It was like an eve in a sinless world! When a month and a day had come and gane, Kilmeny sought the greenwood wene; There laid her down on the leaves sae green, And Kilmeny on earth was never mair seen. But O, the words that fell from her mouth, For they kendna whether she was living or dead. He ceased; and all with kind concern Blest in their hearts the bard of Ern. By that the chill and piercing air, The pallid hue of ladies fair, Beckoned the Queen with courteous smile, And breathless silence gazed the while : "I hold it best, my lords," she said, "For knight, for dame, and lovely maid, At wassail, wake, or revel hall, To part before the senses pall. Sweet though the draught of pleasure be, "Loud is the morning-blast and chill, The snow-drift speeds along the hill; Let ladies of the storm beware, And knights of ladies take a care; From lanes and alleys guard them well, Where lurking ghost or sprite may dwell; But most avoid the dazzling flare, And spirit of the morning air; Hide from their eyes that hideous form, The ruthless angel of the storm. I wish, for every gallant's sake, That none may rue our Royal Wake: Whether the Queen to fear inclined, Or spoke to cheer the minstrel's mind, Certes, she spoke with meaning leer, Not even the queen durst sleep alone. In Carlisle drank the potent wine, Some strove the land of thought to win, And oft was heard the broken sigh, Were moved by what the minstrels sung |