When splendor offers, and when Fame incites, My sprite shall wander through this favourite gloom, GONDOLINE; A BALLAD. THE night it was dark, and the moon it shone And the waves at the foot of the rifted rock When Gondoline roam'd along the shore, Though love had made bleak the rose on her cheek, Her thoughts they were drear, and the silent tear Her Bertrand was the bravest youth Of all our good King's men, And he was gone to the Holy Land And many a month had pass'd away, But nothing the maid from Palestine Full oft she vainly tried to pierce Full oft she thought her lover's bark And every night she placed a light To guide her lover to the land, But now despair had seiz'd her breast, And sunken in her eye: "Oh! tell me but if Bertrand live, " And I in peace will die." She wander'd o'er the lonely shore, She heard the scream with a sickening heart, Yet still she kept her lonely way, And this was all her cry, "Oh! tell me but if Bertrand live, "And I in peace shall die," |