From parley pass'd the chieftains bold; Their gather'd powers behind them roll’d. Reposing on the level west, The sun had sought his couch of rest ; On the dark pine's sepulchral shade; A moment on the topmost spire Quiver'd the faint decaying fire, Then slow in reddening cloud went down ; The forest lower'd with darker frown; Beneath its melancholy arch The chieftains led their dusky march; In mist and shadow half obscur'd, Thro' the lone woods their vassals pour'd; Their wearied limbs promiscuous threw Where mountain heath and wild fern grew, There snatch'd short sleep and troubled dream, Or mus'd around the watch-fire's gleam. The watch-fire's dying gleam alone Thro' the night's settled darkness shone; Nor aught disturb'd its calm profound, Or night-wind moaning thro' the oak, Or wakeful courser's distant neigh, Impatient for the spring of day. G THE REPULSE. THRO' skies of chaste and cloudless blue His temper'd rays the young sun threw ; And nature, starting forth from shade, The homage of her gladness paid; Like a fond parent, sweetly mild, On all her wide creation smil'd, From tufted heath the roe-bucks spring; The wild bee murmurs on the wing, In airy circles wandering on, Humming his morning orison. Those forest flowers, with night-dews damp, Shrivel beneath the iron stamp Of prancing chargers; on his spray The linnet hears, and flits away; The wild-bee's hum in distance dies; Thro' the thick wood the roe-buck flies, To lurk in more secure retreat Whilst face to face the Barons meet. Short courtesy was theirs and mute, One stubborn bend, one stern salute; Then Percy to his archers turn'd: Archers, arrange your lengthen'd ranks; · There take your stations, each his own, 6 Nor yet secure and listless stand, 'But keen of eye and prompt of hand, • With bow-strings fitted to the grooves, 6 Again my lion-banner ground; Whence never shall it more be borne, Till from its height yon Heart be torn, And down to dust this arm shall bring • Its crested crown and soaring wing.' |