Which rose before my coming, and the neigh Night now was coming in a man approach'd, And, having now no hope to bear me up, I came to seek if haply I might find Some wounded wretch, abandon'd else to death. My search was vain, the sword of civil war Had bit too deeply. 3 Soon we reach'd his home, A lone and lowly dwelling in the hills, By a grey mountain stream. Beside the hearth As he were listening to the coming sounds, And then he brought me water from the brook, And homely fare, and I was satisfied: That done, he pil'd the hearth, and spread around So on the morrow languidly I rose, And faint with fever: but a restless wish Alas, I sped too slow! Grievest thou for that? He answer'd, grievest thou that thou art spar'd The shame and guilt of that unhappy strife, Briton with Briton in unnatural war? Nay, I replied, mistake me not! I came Their brother's voice? said he, Was it not so?... And thou, too, art the son The cause there is to pity thee. Alas, Two brethren thou wilt lose when one shall fall!.. I felt as though he wrong'd my father's sons, Then the old man cried, Thy brethren love thee; . . ye have play'd together At the name, With pious warmth I cried, Yes, he was good, And great, and glorious! Gwyneth's ancient annals Boast not a name more noble: in the war Fearless he was,.. the Saxon prov'd him so ; There were two brethren once, of kingly line, So dear a brother, who would duly pay And sure he lov'd the orphan, and the boy, And learnt to call him father: so the years The young man claim'd a fair inheritance, His father's lands; and... mark what follows, prince! At midnight he was seiz'd, and to his eyes The brazen plate was held. He look'd around ... His prison room for help, .. he only saw The ruffian forms, who to the red-hot brass And when their hold relax'd, it had been worth To see the blessed light! Must more be told? What farther agonies he yet endur'd? Or hast thou known the consummated crime, And heard Cynetha's fate? A painful glow Inflam'd my cheek, and for my father's crime, I felt the shame of guilt. The dark-brow'd man That knew not where to rest. Come! we will search The slain! arising from his seat, he said. I follow'd; to the field of fight we went, And over steeds, and arms, and men, we held The fiercest war was waged; lo! in what heaps Then my heart Man upon man fell slaughter'd! He paus'd, his heart was full, and on his tongue |