Glenara came first with the mourners and shroud; Her kinsmen they follow'd, but mourn'd not aloud: Their plaids all their bosoms were folded around: They march'd all in silence-they look'd on the ground. In silence they reach'd over mountain and moor, To a heath, where the oak-tree grew lonely and hoar: Now here let us place the grey stone of her cairn : Why speak ye no word!' said Glenara the stern. And tell me, I charge you! ye clan of my spouse, Why fold ye your mantles, why cloud ye your brows?' So spake the rude chieftain :—no answer is made, But each mantle unfolding a dagger display'd. 'I dreamt of my lady, I dreamt of her shroud,' Cried a voice from the kinsmen, all wrathful and loud; 'And empty that shroud, and that coffin did seem: 'Glenara! Glenara! now read me my dream!' O! pale grew the cheek of that chieftain, I ween, When the shroud was unclos'd, and no lady was seen; When a voice from the kinsmen spoke louder in scorn, 'Twas the youth who had lov'd the fair Ellen of Lorn: 'I dreamt of my lady, I dreamt of her grief, 'Glenara! Glenara! now read me my dream!' In dust, low the traitor has knelt to the ground, And the desert reveal'd where his lady was found; From a rock of the ocean that beauty is borne, Now joy to the house of fair Ellen of Lorn! BATTLE OF THE BALTIC. I. OF Nelson and the North, Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone; By each gun the lighted brand, In a bold determin'd hand, And the Prince of all the land Led them on. II. Like leviathans afloat, Lay their bulwarks on the brine; While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line: It was ten of April morn by the chime: As they drifted on their path, There was silence deep as death; And the boldest held his breath, For a time. III. But the might of England flush'd To anticipate the scene; And her van the fleeter rush'd O'er the deadly space between. |