Who seems of marble on a tomb? How comes it here, this chamber bright, The castle court all wet with rain, The drawbridge and the moat appear, And then the beach, and, mark'd with spray, The sunken reefs, and far away The unquiet bright Atlantic plain? — By night, with boisterous bugle peal, Then hush, thou boisterous bugle peal!" The wild boar rustles in his lair The fierce hounds snuff the tainted air But lord and hounds keep rooted there. Cheer, cheer thy dogs into the brake, O Hunter! and without a fear Thy golden-tassell'd bugle blow, And through the glades thy pastime take! For thou wilt rouse no sleepers here. For these thou seest are unmov'd; Cold, cold as those who liv'd and lov'd A thousand years ago. TRISTRAM AND ISEULT. III. Eseult of Brittany. A YEAR had flown, and o'er the sea away, In Cornwall, Tristram and queen Iseult lay; Over the waste: This cirque of open ground Is light and green; the heather, which all round In the smooth centre of the opening stood Under the feather'd hats of the sweet pair Warm in their mantles wrapt, the three stood there, Under the hollies, in the clear still air Mantles with those rich furs deep glistering Which Venice ships do from swart Egypt bring. Long they staid still then, pacing at their ease, and down under the glossy trees; Mov'd up But still as they pursued their warm dry road Nor to the snow which, though 'twas all away From the open heath, still by the hedgerows lay, |