"WATCH no more the twinkling stars; Watch no more the chalky bourne; Lady! from the Holy wars Never will thy love return! Cease to weep, and cease to mourn, "Watch no more the yellow moon, Rosy day, returning soon, Will see thy lover pale and dead! L 66 Cease to weep, and cease to mourn, Lady, in the Holy Wars, Fighting for the cross, he died: Low he lies, and many scars Mark his cold and mangled side: In his winding sheet he lies, Lady, check those rending sighs. "Hark! the hollow soundiug gale Seems to sweep in murmurs by, Sinking slowly down the vale, Wherefore, gentle Lady, sigh? Wherefore moan, and wherefore sigh? Lady! all that live must die. "Now the stars are fading fast: Swift their brilliant course are run: So spake a voice! While sad and lone A Lady sat: the pale moon shone, The lofty tower was ivy clad, And round a dreary forest rose; The midnight bell was tolling sad- The summer moon shone bright and clear : They pass'd: and all was silent now; And now the dawn was bright, the dew The sunny lustre shone between: And then, once more, the fathers grey Were thronging to the chapel door, When there the Lady stopp'd the way: "Tell me," she cried," whose corpse so pale, Last night ye bore along the vale?" "Oh Lady! question us no more: No corpse did we bear down the dale!" The Lady sunk upon the floor, Her quiv'ring lip was deathly pale. The monks departing, one by one, Then from the altar steps, of stone, While the morning sheds a ruby light, And now she heard a hollow sound; A voice came murm'ring sad and slow: 66 Lady! all that live must die!" "Watch no more from yonder tower, She look'd around, and now she view'd, 66 She rose to quit the altar's stone, She cast a look to heav'n, and sigh'd, With sightless scull and bony hand, His flowing robe was long and clear, His ribs were white as drifted snow: The Lady's heart was chill'd with fear; She rose, but scarce had power to go: The spectre grinn'd a dreadful smile, 1 And walk'd beside her down the aisle. And now he wav'd his rattling hand; And now they reach'd the chapel door, And there the spectre took his stand; While rising from the marble floor, A hollow voice was heard to cry, Lady, all that live must die!" 66 "Watch no more the evening star! Watch no more the glimpse of moru !. Never from the Holy war, Lady, will thy love return! See this bloody cross: and see And now again the youthful knight Now from the spectre's paley cheek The spectre's eyes were sunk, but he The second bell is heard to ring, Four barefoot monks, of orders grey, Again their holy service sing; And round the chapel altar pray: The lady counted o'er and o'er, And shudder'd while she counted four! "Oh! Fathers, who was he, so gay, |