CHRISTABEL PART THE FIRST 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock, And the owls have awakened the crowing cock, - Tu whoo! Tu whit! Four for the quarters, and twelve for the hour; 10 Ever and aye, by shine and shower, Sixteen short howls, not over loud; Is the night chilly and dark? The night is chilly, but not dark. 15 The thin grey cloud is spread on high, It covers but not hides the sky. The moon is behind, and at the full; And yet she looks both small and dull. 20 The lovely lady, Christabel, Whom her father loves so well, CHRISTABEL What makes her in the wood so late, And she in the midnight wood will pray 30 She stole along, she nothing spoke, The sighs she heaved were soft and low, Of the huge, broad-breasted, old oak tree. The night is chill; the forest bare; 45 50 Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky. Hush, beating heart of Christabel! Jesu Maria, shield her well! She folded her arms beneath her cloak, 55 And stole to the other side of the oak. Her blue-veined feet unsandal'd were, 65 Said Christabel, ' And who art thou?' 70 The lady strange made answer meet, Stretch forth thy hand, and have no fear!' And they rode furiously behind. They spurred amain, their steeds were white: I have no thought what men they be; Nor do I know how long it is (For I have lain entranced I wis) Some muttered words his comrades spoke: He swore they would return with haste; I thought I heard, some minutes past, Stretch forth thy hand' (thus ended she), Then Christabel stretched forth her hand, 105 'O well, bright dame! may you command The service of Sir Leoline; 100 595 90 And gladly our stout chivalry Will he send forth and friends withal To guide and guard you safe and free 110 Home to your noble father's hall.' She rose: and forth with steps they passed Her gracious stars the lady blest, 115 And may not well awakened be, But we will move as if in stealth, 120 And I beseech your courtesy, This night, to share your couch with me.' They crossed the moat, and Christabel Took the key that fitted well; A little door she opened straight, 125 All in the middle of the gate; The gate that was ironed within and without, Where an army in battle array had marched out. The lady sank, belike through pain, And Christabel with might and main 130 Lifted her up, a weary weight, Over the threshold of the gate: And moved, as she were not in pain. |