Her prayer of love thus Ellen poured,
With streaming eyes and bosom heaving;
And, at each faint heart-wringing word,
Her soul seemed its fair prison leaving:
The linnet, on the hawthorn tree,
Stood hushed by her deep misery;
And the soft summer evening gale
Seemed echoing the maiden's wail.
And now the solid rocks divide,
A glorious fairy hall disclosing;
There Cleena stands, and by her side,
In slumber, Gerald seems reposing:
She wakes him from his fairy trance;
And, hand in hand, they both advance;
And, now, the queen of fairy charms
Gives Gerald to his Ellen's arms.
"Be happy," lovely Cleena cried,
"Oh! lovers true, and fair, and peerless;
All vain is magic, to divide
Such hearts, so constant, and so fearless.
Be happy, as you have been true,
For Cleena's blessing rests on you;
And joy, and wealth, and power, shall give,
As long as upon earth you live."
THE FALSE FONTANLEE.
BY WILLIAM CALDWELL ROSCOE.
Alas, that knight of noble birth
Should ever fall from fitting worth!
Alas, that guilty treachery
Should stain the blood of Fontanlee!
The king hath lent a listening ear,
And blacker grew his face to hear:
"By Cross," he cried, "if thou speak right,
The Fontanlee is a traitor knight!"
Outstepped Sir Robert of Fontanlee,
A young knight and a fair to see;
Outstepped Sir Stephen of Fontanlee.
Sir Robert's second brother was he;
Outstepped Sir John of Fontanlee,
He was the youngest of the three.
There are three gloves on the oaken boards,
And three white hands on their hilted swords:
"On horse or foot, by day or night,
We stand to do our father right."
The Baron Tranmere hath bent his knee,
And gathered him up the gages three:
"Ye are young knights, and loyal, I wis,
And ye know not how false your father is.