She did in passiveness obey, But her Faith leaned another way. I overheard her as she spake Sad words to that mute Animal, The White Doe, in the hawthorn brake; This Cross in tears: — by her, and One Her Brother was it who assailed "Now when 'tis not your aim to oppose," Said he, "in open field your Foes; Now that from this decisive day Your multitude must melt away, Am grieved this backward march to see, I scorn your Chieftains, Men who lead, Of your misfortunes, that at least, Whatever fate remains behind, I may bear witness in my breast To your nobility of mind!" "Thou Enemy, my bane and blight! Oh! bold to fight the Coward's fight Against all good" - but why declare, At length, the issue of this prayer? Or how, from his depression raised, The Father on his Son had gazed; Suffice it that the Son gave way, Nor strove that passion to allay, Nor did he turn aside to prove His Brothers' wisdom or their love But calmly from the spot withdrew ; CANTO FOURTH. FROM cloudless ether looking down, On the steep rocks of winding Tees; - Of quiet to the neighbouring fields; While from one pillared chimney breathes The Grey-hounds to their kennel creep; The Peacock in the broad ash-tree Aloft is roosted for the night, He who in proud prosperity Of colours manifold and bright Walked round, affronting the daylight; And higher still above the bower Where he is perched, from yon lone Tower The Hall-clock in the clear moonshine With glittering finger points at nine. Ah! who could think that sadness here Hath any sway? or pain, or fear? A soft and lulling sound is heard The garden pool's dark surface, stirred Feeding in tranquillity, When Francis uttered to the Maid His last words in the yew-tree shade ; The same fair Creature, who hath found Her way into forbidden ground; Where now, within this spacious plot |