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They by parks and lodges going

See the lordly castles stand:

Summer woods, about them blowing,

Made a murmur in the land.

From deep thought himself he rouses,
Says to her that loves him well,

"Let us see these handsome houses
Where the wealthy nobles dwell.”

So she goes by him attended,

Hears him lovingly converse,

Sees whatever fair and splendid

Lay betwixt his home and hers; Parks with oak and chestnut shady, Parks and order'd gardens great, Ancient homes of lord and lady,

Built for pleasure and for state.

All he shows her makes him dearer :

Evermore she seems to gaze

On that cottage growing nearer,

Where they twain will spend their days.

O but she will love him truly !

He shall have a cheerful home;

She will order all things duly,

When beneath his roof they come. Thus her heart rejoices greatly,

Till a gateway she discerns

With armorial bearings stately,

And beneath the gate she turns ;

Sees a mansion more majestic

Than all those she saw before:

Many a gallant gay domestic

Bows before him at the door.

And they speak in gentle murmur, When they answer to his call, While he treads with footstep firmer, Leading on from hall to hall.

And, while now she wonders blindly, Nor the meaning can divine,

Proudly turns he round and kindly, "All of this is mine and thine.'

Here he lives in state and bounty,
Lord of Burleigh, fair and free

Not a lord in all the county

Is so great a lord as he.

All at once the colour flushes

Her sweet face from brow to chin:

As it were with shame she blushes,
And her spirit changed within.

Then her countenance all over

Pale again as death did prove :

But he clasp'd her like a lover,

And he cheer'd her soul with love.

So she strove against her weakness, Though at times her spirits sank: Shaped her heart with woman's meekness To all duties of her rank:

And a gentle consort made he,

And her gentle mind was such

That she grew a noble lady,

And the people loved her much.

But a trouble weigh'd upon her,

And perplex'd her, night and morn,

With the burthen of an honour

Unto which she was not born.

Faint she grew, and ever fainter,

As she murmur'd, "Oh, that he

Were once more that landscape-painter,

Which did win my heart from me!" So she droop'd and droop'd before him, Fading slowly from his side:

Three fair children first she bore him,
Then before her time she died.

Weeping, weeping late and early,
Walking up and pacing down,

Deeply mourn'd the Lord of Burleigh,
Burleigh-house by Stamford-town.

And he came to look upon her,

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And he look'd at her and said,

Bring the dress, and put it on her,

That she wore when she was wed."

Then her people, softly treading,
Bore to earth her body, drest

In the dress that she was wed in,

That her spirit might have rest.

SIR LAUNCELOT & QUEEN GUINEVERE.

a Fragment.

LIKE souls that balance joy and pain,

With tears and smiles from heaven again
The maiden Spring upon the plain

Came in a sun-lit fall of rain.

In crystal vapour everywhere

Blue isles of Heaven laugh'd between,

And, far in forest-deeps unseen,

The topmost linden gather'd green

From draughts of balmy air.

Sometimes the linnet piped his

song:

Sometimes the throstle whistled strong:

Sometimes the sparhawk, wheel'd along,

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