"Yes, yes, when a spirit shall toll the great bell Of the mouldering abbey, your Reuben shall rise!" Twice, thrice he repeated, "Your Reuben shall rise!" When he felt that he died for the sire of his Rose; Not long in the waters the warrior lay, Oft, oft did she pause for the toll of the bell, And she heard but the breathings of night in the air; Long, long did she gaze on the watery swell, And she saw but the foam of the white billow there. And often as midnight its veil would undraw, As she look'd at the light of the moon in the stream, She thought 'twas his helmet of silver she saw, As the curl of the surge glitter'd high in the beam. And now the third night was begemming the sky, When,-hark!-'twas the bell that came deep in the wind. She startled, and saw, through the glimmering shade, She knew 'twas her love, though his cheek was decay'd, Was this what the seer of the cave had foretold !— Dim, dim through the phantom the moon shot a gleam; 'Twas Reuben, but ah! he was deathly and cold, And fleeted away like the spell of a dream! Twice, thrice did he rise, and as often she thought From the bank to embrace him, but never, ah! never; Then springing beneath, at a billow she caught, THE RING. A TALE. THE happy day at length arrived And take her to his bed. As soon as morn was in the sky, In many a sweet device of mirth The younger maids with Isabel Disported through the bowers, And deck'd her robe, and crown'd her head The matrons all in rich attire, Sat listening to the choral strains Young Rupert and his friend repair'd To strike the bounding tennis-ball The bridegroom on his finger had And fearing he might break the gem, He look'd around the court, to see Now in the court a statue stood, It was a heathen goddess, or Upon its marble finger then And now the tennis sports went on,. And messengers announced to them Young Rupert for his wedding-ring But, oh! how was he shock'd to find The hand was closed upon the ring In vain he tried, and tried, and tried- How sore surprised was Rupert's mind,-- "I'll come," quoth he, "at night again, When none are here to see.' " He went unto the feast, and much And much he wonder'd what could mean So very strange a thing! The feast was o'er, and to the court Resolved to break the marble hand, But mark a stranger wonder still— He search'd the base, and all the court, But to the castle did return With sore bewilder'd mind. Within he found them all in mirth, The youth another ring procured, And none the adventure knew. And now the priest has join'd their hands The hours of night advance! Rupert almost forgets to think Upon the morn's mischance. And here my song should leave them both, Nor let the rest be told, But for the horrid, horrid tale It yet has to unfold! Soon Rupert, 'twixt his bride and him, He saw it not, but thought he felt He started up, and then return'd, And when he bent, the earthy lips 'Twas like the smell from charnel vaults, Or from the mould'ring grave! Ill-fated Rupert, wild and loud Thou criedst to thy wife, "Oh! save me from this horrid fiend, My Isabel! my life!" But Isabel had nothing seen, She look'd around in vain; And much she mourn'd the mad conceit That rack'd her Rupert's brain. At length from this invisible These words to Rupert came- And all the night the demon lay And strain'd him with such deadly grasp, He thought he should have died! But when the dawn of day was near, And left the affrighted youth to weep All, all that day a gloomy cloud Was seen on Rupert's brows; Fair Isabel was likewise sad, But strove to cheer her spouse. At length the second night arrived, But oh! when midnight came, again The fiend was at his side, And as it strain'd him in its grasp, In agony of wild despair, "O Isabel! dost thou not see "No, no, my love, my Rupert, I And much I mourn such phantasy This night, just like the night before, Nor did the demon vanish thence Says Rupert then, "My Isabel, Now Austin was a reverend man, Who acted wonders maint, Whom all the country round believed To father Austin's holy cave Then Rupert went full straight, And told him all, and ask'd him how To remedy his fate. The father heard the youth, and then And having pray'd for half-an-hour, "There is a place where four roads meet, Which I will tell to thee; Be there this eve, at fall of night, |