XXVI.
Within ’twas brilliant all and light,
A thronging scene of figures bright;
It glow’d on Ellen’s dazzled sight,
As when the setting sun has given
Ten thousand hues to summer even,
And from their tissue, fancy frames
Aërial[358] knights and fairy dames.
Still by Fitz-James her footing staid;
A few faint steps she forward made,
Then slow her drooping head she raised,
And fearful round the presence[359] gazed;
For him she sought, who own’d this state,
The dreaded Prince, whose will was fate!—
She gazed on many a princely port,
Might well have ruled a royal court;
On many a splendid garb she gazed,
Then turn’d bewilder’d and amazed,
For all stood bare; and, in the room,
Fitz-James alone wore cap and plume.
To him each lady’s look was lent;
On him each courtier’s eye was bent;
Midst furs, and silks, and jewels sheen,
He stood, in simple Lincoln green,
The center of the glittering ring,—
And Snowdoun’s Knight[360] is Scotland’s King.