THE COMPLETE POETICAL WORKS OF SIR WALTER SCOTT. Walter Scott

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       The awful conclave met below.

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      There, met to doom in secrecy,

       Were placed the heads of convents three;

       All servants of Saint Benedict,

       The statutes of whose order strict

       On iron table lay;

       In long black dress, on seats of stone,

       Behind were these three judges shown

       By the pale cresset’s ray,

       The Abbess of Saint Hilda’s, there,

       Sat for a space with visage bare,

       Until, to hide her bosom’s swell,

       And tear-drops that for pity fell,

       She closely drew her veil:

       Yon shrouded figure, as I guess,

       By her proud mien and flowing dress,

       Is Tynemouth’s haughty Prioress,

       And she with awe looks pale:

       And he, that ancient man, whose sight

       Has long been quenched by age’s night,

       Upon whose wrinkled brow alone

       Nor ruth nor mercy’s trace is shown,

       Whose look is hard and stern -

       Saint Cuthbert’s Abbot is his style

       For sanctity called, through the isle,

       The saint of Lindisfarne.

       XX

      Before them stood a guilty pair;

       But, though an equal fate they share,

       Yet one alone deserves our care.

       Her sex a page’s dress belied;

       The cloak and doublet, loosely tied,

       Obscured her charms, but could not hide.

       Her cap down o’er her face she drew;

       And, on her doublet breast,

       She tried to hide the badge of blue,

       Lord Marmion’s falcon crest.

       But, at the Prioress’ command,

       A monk undid the silken band,

       That tied her tresses fair,

       And raised the bonnet from her head,

       And down her slender form they spread,

       In ringlets rich and rare.

       Constance de Beverley they know,

       Sister professed of Fontevraud,

       Whom the church numbered with the dead

       For broken vows, and convent fled.

       XXI

      When thus her face was given to view -

       Although so pallid was her hue,

       It did a ghastly contrast bear

       To those bright ringlets glistering fair -

       Her look composed, and steady eye,

       Bespoke a matchless constancy;

       And there she stood so calm and pale,

       That, but her breathing did not fail,

       And motion slight of eye and head,

       And of her bosom, warranted

       That neither sense nor pulse she lacks,

       You might have thought a form of wax,

       Wrought to the very life, was there;

       So still she was, so pale, so fair.

       XXII

      Her comrade was a sordid soul,

       Such as does murder for a meed;

       Who, but of fear, knows no control,

       Because his conscience, seared and foul,

       Feels not the import of his deed;

       One, whose brute-feeling ne’er aspires

       Beyond his own more brute desires.

       Such tools the Tempter ever needs,

       To do the savagest of deeds;

       For them no visioned terrors daunt,

       Their nights no fancied spectres haunt,

       One fear with them, of all most base,

       The fear of death—alone finds place.

       This wretch was clad in frock and cowl,

       And shamed not loud to moan and howl,

       His body on the floor to dash,

       And crouch, like hound beneath the lash;

       While his mute partner, standing near,

       Waited her doom without a tear.

       XXIII

      Yet well the luckless wretch might shriek,

       Well might her paleness terror speak!

       For there were seen, in that dark wall,

       Two niches, narrow, deep, and tall;

       Who enters at such grisly door

       Shall ne’er, I ween, find exit more.

       In each a slender meal was laid,

       Of roots, of water, and of bread:

       By each, in Benedictine dress,

       Two haggard monks stood motionless;

       Who, holding high a blazing torch,

       Showed the grim entrance of the porch:

       Reflecting back the smoky beam,

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