Am I to hie and make me known? XI. "Nay, lovely Ellen!-dearest, nay! As fitting place to meet again. Be sure he's safe; and for the Græme,- ELLEN. "Well, be it as thou wilt; I hear, XII. BALLAD. ALICE BRAND. Merry it is in the good green wood, When the mavis* and merlet are singing, When the deer sweeps by, and the hounds are in cry, And the hunter's horn is ringing. "O Alice Brand, my native land Is lost for love of you; And we must hold by wood and wold, As outlaws wont to do. "O Alice, 't was all for thy locks so bright, "Now must I teach to hew the beech, "And for vest of pall, thy fingers small, A cloak must shear from the slaughter'd deer "O Richard! if my brother died, "If pall and vair no more I wear, "And, Richard, if our lot be hard, XIII. BALLAD CONTINUED. 'Tis merry, 't is merry, in good green wood, So blithe Lady Alice is singing; On the beech's pride, and the oak's brown side, Lord Richard's axe is ringing. Up spoke the moody Elfin king, Like wind in the porch of a ruin'd church, "Why sounds yon stroke on beach and oak, Or who comes here to chase the deer, Or who may dare on wold to wear K "Up, Urgan, up! to yon mortal hie, For thou wert christen'd man ; For cross or sign thou wilt not fly, For mutter'd word or ban. "Lay on him the curse of the wither'd heart, The curse of the sleepless eye; Till he wish and pray that his life would part, Nor yet find leave to die." XIV. BALLAD CONTINUED. 'Tis merry, 't is merry, in good green wood, Though the birds have still'd their singing; The evening blaze doth Alice raise, And Richard is faggots bringing. Up Urgan starts, that hideous dwarf, And, as he cross'd and bless'd himself, But out then spoke she, Alice Brand, "And if there's blood upon his hand, "Now loud thou liest, thou bold of mood! It cleaves unto his hand, The stain of thine own kindly blood, The blood of Ethert Brand." Then forward stepp'd she, Alice Brand, "And if there's blood on Richard's hand, "And I conjure thee, Dæmon elf, "'T is XV. BALLAD CONTINUED. merry, 't is merry, in Fairy land, When fairy birds are singing, When the court doth ride by their monarch's side, With bit and bridal ringing : "And gaily shines the fairy land— But all is glistening show, Like the idle gleam that December's beam Can dart on ice and snow. "And fading, like that varied gleam, Is our inconstant shape, Who now like knight and lady seem, "It was between the night and day, When the Fairy King has power, That I sunk down in a sinful fray, And, 'twixt life and death, was snatch'd away, To the joyless Elfin bower. |