New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1859-07-26


Urcltsrlrg nnng ne ,aseuent bach, and looked
Dove On hs heln from ~hlch her sleeve he'd gone.
! And Lapcelo. knew the little croking sound;
| Ana she By tact Of love was Well cFsre
| Tfu f.apcelot knew that sic Tas booking az him.
Ardye; ne glanced Tot up, nor waved ne hand,
| Nor bsde farewell, bat sadly rode away
TINS sas the ore di,courtesy tbs, be used.
The issue is readily anticipated.
| So IN her tower alone The maiden Ca;
| His very shield gone only the case,
Her opn poor WORK, her empty iEbOT, k.f,,
| But s'il she beard him, III bis picture formed
| And grew between her ard the pictnred wall
| Theu cane her father, saying in 10 tones,
| "Have comfort whom she greeted quietly.
Then came heT brethren saying, " Prscs 20 thee,
| Sweet sitter" whom she answered with oil calm.
| Bot when they left her 20 herself agar,
| Death, Ike Attends voice from a distant fed
Approaching through the darkness, called; the evils
| Wsilipg hsd power upon her, and snc mkt
| lie. fencles Win the raDo1. nited gssoms
OF evening, and the mOeEngs Of tie wind.
| And in those d.ys she made G Little song,
And called her song THE song Of love aud DEATH,
| And rang il: eTeeiy could she make and sng.
"Swee. is true love, though given in v.in, in vain
Ind sweet IL des.h who pus en- etd 20 pain,
| kBos rot which is sveeter-n0. not j.
"Love, err thou sweet then bitter de..h NUT be:
| Love, thou g-t bitter; sweet is death 70 me.
| q Love, If death be sTee.er, ie; NE de.
"swee. love, that net made to fsde away,
| Swee. death that seems 70 make US Oyciess clay,
| know no. which 10 sweeter FRO, not l.
81 fan vould follow love, if tina. coali be;
| needs nus. follow death, who calls fo- me-
Cal and follow ] follow let me dc
Her INST request will EOt be deemed unnatural
High viii The last line scaled her voice, and tkiJ
| AL IL a fiery cswDiDg Wild with viad
| Ths. shook her tower, the brothers heard, enc
| thought,
VIII shudderiDg, "Esrk the Phantom of the horse
Thso sbrieks before a death" and called
| The father, and all t.iree IN hurry and fear
| Ran 70 her, and To- the bcOdreJ light Of dawn
| Fared On her face -he stirling, Let Inc die -
A. when dwell upon gord We know,
| Repeating ill the word We knew so well
| BECOMES q wonder and we know not why,
| So dset the ia, her Oh her face and thought,
| "Is this Elsne ?" till back the msden fell,
Then gave = lang1d hsbd 70 Sch, and Icy,
| Speaking a still good morrow With her eyes.
| A: lest she said " Sweet brothers, yesteTnigLt
| seemed a curo IL little mad again,
| A. happy a. when We d~elt Cm0Dg TIE woods
| And when you sed 10 take with the food
Up he great river in the bos.mans boat.
| Only you would not pas beyoro the c.pe
| Taet has the poplar on IT,, there you mkt
| Yoar limit, Oft returning with the tide.
| And yet l cried because yoc would not pass
! BeyOnjit and far up the shining food
| Until We found the palace o he king.
| And yet yOu BOult not; ouC this ngni GIet1stL
Tie. | vas al alone upon the food,
| Asl then | sad, Now shil nave my y Ii
| And there woke but stl. the wish remained
| 50 l.. me hence that msy pass a lat
| Beyond the poplar and fsT up the flood,
| Until find tbe palace OF the king.
| There vii enter in among them AL
| And no man there viii dare 20 mock az me;
| But there the fine Gawan Wi wonder al me,
! And there the great Sir Lanceiot muse a, me;
GswGD, who bsde a Thousand fare wells to me,
| I.ancelot who cOldy wen: nor babe NE one
| And there the king viii know me and my love,
! And there the Queen herself will PITY me,
| And al the gentle count vii wec0 ne ne,
And after my long voyage shall rest
| Only one more favor was demanded and IKE WAS
ready to lie.
| So when tie g5osty man hsd come srd goae,
She with a face, bright as for Elm forgiven,
| BesOught Lavalne 70 w.ite SIS size devised
| A letter, word for word and when he asked,
| "Is i for Lancelot, l. il Tor ny dear oro
| Then vii bear !: gladly" she replied
For Lancelot abi the QleeI AMI al the void,
| Bat myself must bear II. Then &c wrote
The letter she devised; which being writ
And folded, " @ sweet father, tender and trTe,
Deny not, she said" you never yet
| Denied my ancies-thIs, hOSever strange
M latest: 10y the letter in my hand
| A little ere / die, and close the hand
UpoD j.; l shall gusriE even IN DEATH
| And wben the heat 10 gone from out ny ho7f:,
| Then lake the little bed on which died
| For Lsncelot' e love, and deck it Ike the Greens
| + or richness, and me ss0 Ike the Queen
| In ell have Of rich, and lsy me on Il.
| And let there he prepared cbarlot-bioT
| To take me TO the rveT, and barge
| BE ready on the river, clothed IN biacS.
20 il state 70 court, 70 meet the Queen.
| There surely shall speak for nine ofn se.!
| Aud none Of You can speak for ne 80 wee
| And III sreOIe LET our dumb old dan a.onO
Go with me, he can steer and row, sod ne
| VIII ga:de me TO that palace, g the docis.
| She ceased: her father promised; wherecpox
| She pTew 30 cheerful tina. they deemed be- deesh
| Was rather in the fantasy than The blood
But teD slow mornings past snd on the eleTeEcH
| Her father laid the letter q her hand,
| AND closed the hand upon II, ard che dleG
| So ;ha. dsy there was dole IN Astolst.
The parting Of the brothers with the detd IaSen
is thus tod.
| Bot when the next sun brake from underground.
| Then, those two brethren Wy with bent browe
| AccOmpaDyiDg the sad chariot bier
| Pass hls q shadow throug The field that shone
| Full.sumIner to that stream whereOn the barge
! Paled az "a length in blacklist semite, lay.
| There ~. the lifelong creature OF tue hoase,
! Ioyal. the dumb old servor on deck,
| MiukiAg his eyes, ana twisted al hls tGce
| S. those tYo brethren from n chariot took
| And on tire black decks laid her in her bed,
| Set IL Der hand a lily, Ger her hung
| The Sill Cd case with braided tlaZOnings,
| And kissed hey quiet brows aid saying 10 her,
| Sister, fsrewc ! forever and sghn,
| Farevsn, swset sister ps-tcd all IN tears
Then rose the dumb old serviior, aud the dead
| Steered By the dumb went up~s.d with the hood--
! IL her right hand the lily, IL her eft
| The letter--eIl Der bright hair streaming down
| And all the coyef,d was 10th Of gold
| Drawn to her wxict and she heIss.t in white
! All bur her .ace, and that clear featured face
Was lovely fo- ske dli not seen e. dead,
But fast as;ssp G9l lay IS Though che smiled.
| We viii not follow the strange funeral riteS 20
;he ROYAL presence, reseryiug the Genouement tcr
.Ae curiosity q. orr readers. No will we stteS2Ps
% enrich our columns, from TIE remaining idyls,