I guess, 'twas frightful there to see 'Mary mother, save me now!' (Said Christabel,) 'And who art thou?' The lady strange made answer meet, And her voice was faint and sweet :'Have pity on my sore distress, I scarce can speak for weariness: Stretch forth thy hand, and have no fear!' Said Christabel, 'How camest thou here?' Did thus pursue her answer meet : 'My sire is of a noble line, And my name is Geraldine : Five warriors seized me yestermorn, Me, even me, a maid forlorn : They choked my cries with force and fright, The palfrey was as fleet as wind, And they rode furiously behind. They spurred amain, their steeds were white: And once we cross'd the shade of night. As sure as Heaven shall rescue me, I have no thought what men they be; Some mutter'd words his comrades spoke: I thought I heard, some minutes past, Stretch forth thy hand' (thus ended she), Then Christabel stretch'd forth her hand 'O well, bright dame! may you command And gladly our stout chivalry Will he send forth and friends withal To guide and guard you safe and free She rose and forth with steps they pass'd Sir Leoline is weak in health, But we will move as if in stealth, And I beseech your courtesy, This night, to share your couch with me.' They cross'd the moat, and Christabel Took the key that fitted well; A little door she open'd straight, All in the middle of the gate; The gate that was iron'd within and without, Where an army in battle array had march'd out. The lady sank, belike through pain, And Christabel with might and main Lifted her up, a weary weight, Over the threshold of the gate: And moved, as she were not in pain. So free from danger, free from fear, They cross'd the court: right glad they were. And Christabel devoutly cried To the lady by her side; 'Praise we the Virgin all divine Who hath rescued thee from thy distress!' 'Alas, alas!' said Geraldine, 'I cannot speak for weariness.' So free from danger, free from fear, They crossed the court: right glad they were. Outside her kennel the mastiff old Never till now she utter'd yell Beneath the eye of Christabel. Perhaps it is the owlet's scritch: For what can ail the mastiff bitch? They pass'd the hall, that echoes still, Pass as lightly as you will! The brands were flat, the brands were dying, Amid their own white ashes lying; But when the lady pass'd, there came A tongue of light, a fit of flame; And Christabel saw the lady's eye, And nothing else saw she thereby, Save the boss of the shield of Sir Leoline tall, Which hung in a murky old niche in the wall 'O softly tread,' said Christabel, 'My father seldom sleepeth well.' Sweet Christabel her feet doth bare, The rushes of the chamber floor. The moon shines dim in the open air, LIBRARY But they without its light can see NIVERSITY OF The lamp with twofold silver chaiCALIFORNIA. Is fastened to an angel's feet. The silver lamp burns dead and dim; She trimm'd the lamp, and made it bright, And left it swinging to and fro, While Geraldine, in wretched plight, 'O weary lady, Geraldine, I pray you, drink this cordial wine! 'And will your mother pity me, But soon with altered voice, said she-- mini Then Christabel knelt by the lady's side, Again the wild-flower wine she drank: And thus the lofty lady spake- And you love them, and for their sake Quoth Christabel, 'So let it be!' But through her brain of weal and woe Beneath the lamp the lady bow'd, |