She prayed the moment ere she died: And wouldst thou wrong thy only child, Within the Baron's heart and brain Dishonored by his only child, To the wrong'd daughter of his friend Led forth the lady Geraldine! THE CONCLUSION TO PART II. A LITTLE child, a limber elf, A fairy thing with red round cheeks, Must needs express his love's excess (O sorrow and shame should this be true!) MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. Έρως ἄει λάληδρος έταιρος. In many ways doth the full heart reveal The absence of the love, which yet it fain would show. ALICE DU CLOS: OR THE FORKED TONGUE. A BALLAD. "One word with two meanings is the traitor's shield and shaft: and a slit tongue be his blazon !" Caucasian Proverb. "THE Sun is not yet risen, But the dawn lies red on the dew: Lord Julian has stolen from the hunters away, Is seeking, Lady, for you. Put on your dress of green, Your buskins and your quiver; Lord Julian is a hasty man, Long waiting brook'd he never. I dare not doubt him, that he means Your lord and master for to be, And you his lady gay. O Lady! throw your book aside! I would not that my Lord should chide." Thus spake Sir Hugh the vassal knight To Alice, child of old Du Clos, As spotless fair, as airy light As that moonshiny doe, The gold star on its brow, her sire's ancestral crest! She in the garden bower below The studious maid, with book on knee,— Ah! earliest-opened flower; While yet with keen unblunted light The morning star shone opposite The lattice of her bower |