She died, and left to me This heath, this calm, and quiet scene ; A SLUMBER DID MY SPIRIT SEAL.* A SLUMBER did my spirit seal; I had no human fears: She seemed a thing that could not feel No motion has she now, no force; THE HORN OF EGREMONT CASTLE. ERE the Brothers through the gateway * Written at Goslar, 1798-99. When the Brothers reached the gateway To the Horn which there was hanging, Horn of the Inheritance.-Edit. 1815. Save He who came as rightful Heir To Egremont's Domains and Castle fair. Heirs from times of earliest record * Tried the Horn,-it owned his power; He was acknowledged: and the blast, Which good Sir Eustace sounded, was the last. With his lance Sir Eustace pointed, And to Hubert thus said he, "What I speak this Horn shall witness For thy better memory. Hear, then, and neglect me not! The words are uttered from my heart, On good service we are going In which course if Christ our Saviour Do my sinful soul demand, Hither come thou back straightway, Hubert, if alive that day; Return, and sound the Horn, that we May have a living House still left in thee!" "Fear not," quickly answered Hubert; "As I am thy Father's son, *Heirs from ages without record.-Edit. 1815. What thou askest, noble Brother, To Palestine the Brothers took their way. Side by side they fought (the Lucies And where'er their strokes alighted, There the Saracens were tamed. Whence, then, could it come-the thought By what evil spirit brought? Oh! can a brave Man wish to take His Brother's life, for Lands' and Castle's sake? "Sir!" the Ruffians said to Hubert, 66 Deep he lies in Jordan flood." Stricken by this ill assurance, Months passed on, and no Sir Eustace! But silent and by stealth he came, And at an hour which nobody could name. None could tell if it were night-time, And bright the Lady is who shares his bed. Likewise he had sons and daughters; At his board by these surrounded, And while thus in open day Once he sate, as old books say, A blast was uttered from the Horn, 'Tis the breath of good Sir Eustace! He is helpless and alone : Thou hast a dungeon, speak the word! And there he may be lodged, and thou be Lord. Speak!―astounded Hubert cannot ; And, if power to speak he had, All are daunted, all the household For the sound was heard by no one 'Tis Sir Eustace; if it be Thus Hubert thought in his dismay, Long, and long was he unheard of: His melancholy head, and there he died. But Sir Eustace, whom good angels A long posterity renowned, Sounded the Horn which they alone could sound. 1806. DAFFODILS.* I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, A host, of golden daffodils; * Written at Grasmere, 1804. The Daffodils were seen April 15, on the shore of Ullswater, below Gowbarrow Park, |