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The tempest crackles on the leads,

And, ringing, spins from brand and mail; But o'er the dark a glory spreads,

And gilds the driving hail,

I leave the plain, I climb the height :
No branchy thicket shelter yields ;
But blessed forms in whistling storms

Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields.

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That often meet me here.

I muse on joy that will not cease,
Pure spaces clothed in living beams,
Pure lilies of eternal peace,

Whose odours haunt my dreams ;
And, stricken by an angel's hand,

This mortal armour that I wear,

This weight and size, this heart and eyes,
Are touch'd, are turn'd to finest air.

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VII.

The clouds are broken in the sky,

And thro' the mountain-walls

A rolling organ-harmony

Swells up, and shakes and falls.
Then move the trees, the copses nod,
Wings flutter, voices hover clear :

“ O just and faithful knight of God!
Ride on the prize is near.”

So pass I hostel, hall, and grange ;

By bridge and ford, by park and pale,

All-arm'd I ride, whate’er betide,

Until I find the holy Grail.

EDWARD GRAY.

SWEET Emma Moreland of yonder town
Met me walking on yonder way,

"And have you lost your heart?" she said;
"And are you married yet, Edward Gray ?”

Sweet Emma Moreland spoke to me :
Bitterly weeping I turn'd away:
"Sweet Emma Moreland, love no more
Can touch the heart of Edward Gray.

"Ellen Adair she loved me well,

Against her father's and mother's will ·

To-day I sat for an hour and wept,

By Ellen's grave, on the windy hill.

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Shy she was, and I thought her cold;

Thought her proud, and fled over the sea :

Fill'd I was with folly and spite,

When Ellen Adair was dying for me.

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Cruel, cruel the words I said!

Cruelly came they back to-day:

'You're too slight and fickle,' I said,

To trouble the heart of Edward Gray.'

"There I put my face in the grass.—

Whisper'd, Listen to my despair :

I repent me of all I did:

Speak a little, Ellen Adair !'

"Then I took a pencil, and wrote On the mossy stone, as I lay,

'Here lies the body of Ellen Adair ;

And here the heart of Edward Gray !'

"Love may come, and love may go,

And fly, like a bird, from tree to tree : But I will love no more, no more,

Till Ellen Adair come back to me.

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Bitterly wept I over the stone :
Bitterly weeping I turn'd away :

There lies the body of Ellen Adair !

And there the heart of Edward Grav!"

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