THE CID'S RISING The field and the river grew darkly red, There was work for the men of the Cid that day! The kings and the leaders of Afric fled; 259 THE CID'S RISING [SEE Southey's Chronicle of the Cid, p. 352] 'Twas the deep mid-watch of the silent night, When a sound went forth in rushing might, In the stillness of the hour When the dreams of sleep have power, Through the dark and lonely streets it went, The sound of a passing armament, With the charger's stony tread. As a host's to combat led. Through the dark and lonely streets it passed, And the towers, as with a sweeping blast, But the march of the viewless train Where a priest his night-hymn sang. There was knocking that shook the marble floor, And that with him, from the tomb, With a host, uprisen to aid. "And they came for the buried king that lay Then the march went sounding on, And the Moors by noontide sun Were dust on Tolosa's plain. GREEK SONGS THE STORM OF DELPHI [SEE Mitford's Greece] FAR through the Delphian shades And the startled eagle rushed on high, Banners with deep-red gold All waving as a flame, And a fitful glance from the bright spear-head On the dim wood-paths of the mountain shed, And a peal of Asia's war-notes told That in arms the Persian came. He came with starry gems On his quiver and his crest; With starry gems, at whose heart the day Of the cloudless Orient burning lay, And they cast a gleam on the laurel- stems, As onward his thousands pressed. But a gloom fell o'er their way, And a heavy moan went by! A moan, yet not like the wind's low swell, When its voice grows wild amidst cave and dell, But a mortal murmur of dismay, Or a warrior's dying sigh! A gloom fell on their way! 'Twas not the shadow cast By the dark pine-boughs, as they crossed the blue And hollow to their tread Came the echoes of the ground; And banners drooped, as with dews o'erborne, But they blew a louder strain, When the steep defiles were passed! To shine through heaven with his radiant snows, In golden light it stood, Midst the laurels gleaming lone; For the Sun-god yet, with a lovely smile, Though the stormy shade on cliff and wood Grew deep round its mountain-throne. THE STORM OF DELPHI 263 And the Persians gave a shout! But the marble walls replied With a clash of steel and a sullen roar On the armour of the god Then a viewless hand was laid; There were helm and spear, with a clanging din, And a sudden silence fell Through the dim and loaded air! On the wild-bird's wing and the myrtle spray, But the pause was broken soon! For the Delphian maids had left their bowers, It burst from earth and heaven! For a moment on the mountain-blast And the purple gloom of the sky was riven, When the thunder pealed aloud. |