THE EGYPTIAN MAID; OR, THE ROMANCE OF THE WATER LILY. [For the names and persons in the following poem, see the 66 History of the renowned Prince Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table;" for the rest the Author is answerable; only it may be proper to add, that the Lotus, with the bust of the goddess appearing to rise out of the full-blown flower, was suggested by the beautiful work of ancient art, once included among the Townley Marbles, and now in the British Museum.] THE EGYPTIAN MAID; OR, THE ROMANCE OF THE WATER LILY. WHILE Merlin paced the Cornish sands, Of a bright Ship that seemed to hang in air, And took from men her name-THE WATEr Lily. Soft was the wind, that landward blew ; And, as the Moon, o'er some dark hill ascendant, Grows from a little edge of light To a full orb, this Pinnace bright, As nearer to the Coast she drew, Appeared more glorious, with spread sail and pendant. Upon this winged Shape so fair Sage Merlin gazed with admiration : Her lineaments, thought he, surpass Aught that was ever shown in magic glass; In patience built with subtle care; Or, at a touch, set forth with wondrous trans formation. Now, though a Mechanist, whose skill Shames the degenerate grasp of modern science, Grave Merlin (and belike the more For practising occult and perilous lore) Was subject to a freakish will That sapped good thoughts, or scared them with defiance. Provoked to envious spleen, he cast An altered look upon the advancing Stranger And the waves rose, and sky portended danger. With thrilling word, and potent sign Traced on the beach, his work the Sorcerer urges; The clouds in blacker clouds are lost, Like spiteful Fiends that vanish, crossed By Fiends of aspect more malign; And the winds roused the Deep with fiercer scourges. But worthy of the name she bore Was this Sea-flower, this buoyant Galley; Supreme in loveliness and grace Of motion, whether in the embrace Of trusty anchorage, or scudding o'er The main flood roughened into hill and valley. Behold, how wantonly she laves Her sides, the Wizard's craft confounding; Like something out of Ocean sprung To be for ever fresh and young, Breasts the sea-flashes, and huge waves Top-gallant high, rebounding and rebounding! A |