THE COMPLETE POETICAL WORKS OF SIR WALTER SCOTT. Walter Scott

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       Though, vain of her religious sway,

       She loved to see her maids obey;

       Yet nothing stern was she in cell,

       And the nuns loved their Abbess well.

       Sad was this voyage to the dame;

       Summoned to Lindisfarne, she came,

       There, with Saint Cuthbert’s Abbot old,

       And Tynemouth’s Prioress, to hold

       A chapter of Saint Benedict,

       For inquisition stern and strict,

       On two apostates from the faith,

       And, if need were, to doom to death.

       V

      Nought say I here of Sister Clare,

       Save this, that she was young and fair;

       As yet a novice unprofessed,

       Lovely and gentle, but distressed.

       She was betrothed to one now dead,

       Or worse, who had dishonoured fled.

       Her kinsmen bade her give her hand

       To one who loved her for her land;

       Herself, almost heart-broken now,

       Was bent to take the vestal vow,

       And shroud, within Saint Hilda’s gloom,

       Her blasted hopes and withered bloom.

       VI

      She sate upon the galley’s prow,

       And seemed to mark the waves below;

       Nay, seemed, so fixed her look and eye,

       To count them as they glided by.

       She saw them not—‘twas seeming all -

       Far other scene her thoughts recall -

       A sun-scorched desert, waste and bare,

       Nor waves nor breezes murmured there;

       There saw she, where some careless hand

       O’er a dead corpse had heaped the sand,

       To hide it till the jackals come,

       To tear it from the scanty tomb.

       See what a woful look was given,

       As she raised up her eyes to heaven!

       VII

      Lovely, and gentle, and distressed -

       These charms might tame the fiercest breast;

       Harpers have sung, and poets told,

       That he, in fury uncontrolled,

       The shaggy monarch of the wood,

       Before a virgin, fair and good,

       Hath pacified his savage mood.

       But passions in the human frame

       Oft put the lion’s rage to shame:

       And jealousy, by dark intrigue,

       With sordid avarice in league,

       Had practised with their bowl and knife

       Against the mourner’s harmless life.

       This crime was charged ‘gainst those who lay

       Prisoned in Cuthbert’s islet grey.

       VIII

      And now the vessel skirts the strand

       Of mountainous Northumberland;

       Towns, towers, and halls successive rise,

       And catch the nuns’ delighted eyes.

       Monkwearmouth soon behind them lay,

       And Tynemouth’s priory and bay;

       They marked, amid her trees, the hall

       Of lofty Seaton-Delaval;

       They saw the Blythe and Wansbeck floods

       Rush to the sea through sounding woods;

       They passed the tower of Widderington,

       Mother of many a valiant son;

       At Coquet Isle their beads they tell

       To the good saint who owned the cell;

       Then did the Alne attention claim,

       And Warkworth, proud of Percy’s name;

       And next, they crossed themselves, to hear

       The whitening breakers sound so near,

       Where, boiling through the rocks, they roar

       On Dunstanborough’s caverned shore;

       Thy tower, proud Bamborough, marked they there,

       King Ida’s castle, huge and square,

       From its tall rock look grimly down,

       And on the swelling ocean frown;

       Then from the coast they bore away,

       And reached the Holy Island’s bay.

       IX

      The tide did now its floodmark gain,

       And girdled in the saint’s domain:

       For, with the flow and ebb, its style

       Varies from continent to isle;

       Dryshod, o’er sands, twice every day,

       The pilgrims to the shrine find way;

       Twice every day, the waves efface

       Of staves and sandalled feet the trace.

       As to the port the galley flew,

       Higher and higher rose to view

       The castle with its battled walls,

       The ancient monastery’s halls,

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