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II. PART II.
Earl Walter went to the battle-field,
But sickness laid him low;
And every knight had won him fame
Ere he had struck a blow.
But sickness laid him low;
And every knight had won him fame
Ere he had struck a blow.
Earl Walter wedded the fairest dame
In all the kingdom wide;
She bore him a son and daughters three,
And then she drooped and died.
In all the kingdom wide;
She bore him a son and daughters three,
And then she drooped and died.
His son was a fierce and desperate man,
And died a death of shame:
The sorest woe Earl Walter knew
Was the blot upon his name.
And died a death of shame:
The sorest woe Earl Walter knew
Was the blot upon his name.
His daughters all were beautiful,
Their souls were pure and true,
Earl Walter wept when he looked on them,
And his sin did deeply rue.
Their souls were pure and true,
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And his sin did deeply rue.
The first, she wedded an aged lord,
A cankered soul had he,
Though rich in land, and rich in gold,
And noble of pedigree.
A cankered soul had he,
Though rich in land, and rich in gold,
And noble of pedigree.
But hard was that young lady's fate,
Yet she told her grief to none,
But drooped and died of silent woe,
Ere the first twelve months were gone.
Yet she told her grief to none,
But drooped and died of silent woe,
Ere the first twelve months were gone.
The second, she loved a gentleman
Below her own degree,
A brave man, though not a golden piece
Nor a rood of land had he.
Below her own degree,
A brave man, though not a golden piece
Nor a rood of land had he.
“Thou shalt not wed thee to my shame,”
Said the true young knight and bold;
“I will cross the sea and gain me fame,
Shall serve instead of gold.
Said the true young knight and bold;
“I will cross the sea and gain me fame,
Shall serve instead of gold.
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“I will bring me back a noble name,
Shall serve instead of land;
Then, from thy proud sire, will I claim
Thy fair and gentle hand.”
Shall serve instead of land;
Then, from thy proud sire, will I claim
Thy fair and gentle hand.”
He crossed the sea and he won him fame
By his good broad sword and lance;
He won him fame, but he lost his life
In the bloody fields of France.
By his good broad sword and lance;
He won him fame, but he lost his life
In the bloody fields of France.
Woe, woe to the gentle Isabel,
That she lived to see the day!
For the tidings came like the lightning's stroke,
And her senses went away.
That she lived to see the day!
For the tidings came like the lightning's stroke,
And her senses went away.
For many weary months she lived
A mournful, moping thing;
Oft sitting 'neath the forest trees,
Or by some sylvan spring;
A mournful, moping thing;
Oft sitting 'neath the forest trees,
Or by some sylvan spring;
And singing of the wars of France,
And of the gallant men
Who, fighting for their ladies' sakes,
Would soon come back again.
And of the gallant men
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Would soon come back again.
And never did her sense return,
Until the day she died;
When her young sister Margaret
Sate singing by her side.
Until the day she died;
When her young sister Margaret
Sate singing by her side.
Then, gazing with her thoughtful eyes,
Her slumbering senses woke;
And she died in Christ, the purest heart
That ever true love broke.
Her slumbering senses woke;
And she died in Christ, the purest heart
That ever true love broke.
Three years went on, and then a knight
Sought gentle Margaret's hand:
A knight renowned for gallant deeds,
And rich in gold and land.
Sought gentle Margaret's hand:
A knight renowned for gallant deeds,
And rich in gold and land.
He loved fair Margaret in the halls,
He loved her in the bower;
And their young ardent passion grew,
As grows the summer flower.
He loved her in the bower;
And their young ardent passion grew,
As grows the summer flower.
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All gazed on them with joy and pride;
He brave as she was fair;
Again Earl Walter's soul was glad
In looking on that pair.
He brave as she was fair;
Again Earl Walter's soul was glad
In looking on that pair.
But, when the bridal morn was come,
Dim grew each look of pride;
And musing went the wedding guests,
And strove their thoughts to hide.
Dim grew each look of pride;
And musing went the wedding guests,
And strove their thoughts to hide.
For some had dreamed a dismal dream,
Some seen a fearful sign,
Betokening that the bridal bread
Was baked for funeral wine.
Some seen a fearful sign,
Betokening that the bridal bread
Was baked for funeral wine.
'Twas in the cheerful month of May,
White was the flowering thorn,
And every sunny slope was green
With young blades of the corn,
When the feast was set, and the guests were met,
Upon the marriage morn.
White was the flowering thorn,
And every sunny slope was green
With young blades of the corn,
When the feast was set, and the guests were met,
Upon the marriage morn.
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“Sweet Margaret, haste!” the bridegroom said,
“In the hall thy maidens stand;
The priest is at the altar now,
And the book is in his hand.”
“In the hall thy maidens stand;
The priest is at the altar now,
And the book is in his hand.”
Fair Margaret yet in her chamber sate,
Before her mirror fair,
Alone, save for the aged nurse,
Who stood behind her chair.
Before her mirror fair,
Alone, save for the aged nurse,
Who stood behind her chair.
And aye she combed her long, dark hair,
And laid the graceful curls,
And braided 'mong the drooping locks
White roses wreathed with pearls.
And laid the graceful curls,
And braided 'mong the drooping locks
White roses wreathed with pearls.
“Now, nurse,” said she, “come to my side,
Thou wont so glad to be;
Oh, weep not thus behind my chair;
My benison bide with thee!
Thou wont so glad to be;
Oh, weep not thus behind my chair;
My benison bide with thee!
“Tell me once more, before I leave
My pleasant home for aye,
The last words that my mother spake,
On death-bed when she lay.
My pleasant home for aye,
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On death-bed when she lay.
“Come, talk about my sisters dear;
We all played at thy knee;
We all were dear, and thou wast kind
To all, but most to me.
We all played at thy knee;
We all were dear, and thou wast kind
To all, but most to me.
“Thou hast been a mother unto me,
My blessing on thee bide!”
The old nurse kissed her lady's cheek,
And wiped her tears aside.
My blessing on thee bide!”
The old nurse kissed her lady's cheek,
And wiped her tears aside.
But now, beside the chamber stair,
The bridegroom spake again:
“Come, dearest Margaret; why so long
Delay the wedding train?”
The bridegroom spake again:
“Come, dearest Margaret; why so long
Delay the wedding train?”
Fair Margaret, in her wedding dress,
As pure as the virgin snow,
Was mounted upon a milk-white steed,
That proudly moved, and slow.
As pure as the virgin snow,
Was mounted upon a milk-white steed,
That proudly moved, and slow.
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And slowly she rode to Our Lady's church,
With an earl on either side;
And four and twenty maidens fair,
To wait upon the bride.
With an earl on either side;
And four and twenty maidens fair,
To wait upon the bride.
There were garlands hung from tree to tree,
And flowers strewn all the way;
And people came from the country round
To gaze on the rich array.
And flowers strewn all the way;
And people came from the country round
To gaze on the rich array.
That day there was song and revelry,
Loud mirth and noble cheer;
The next, alas! there was wail and woe,
For the bride lay on her bier.
Loud mirth and noble cheer;
The next, alas! there was wail and woe,
For the bride lay on her bier.
They laid her upon her bridal bed,
Like marble, deadly pale;
With the wedding ring upon her hand,
In her long white marriage veil.
Like marble, deadly pale;
With the wedding ring upon her hand,
In her long white marriage veil.
The youthful bridegroom by her knelt,
In woe none might beguile;
And, after that sad morning broke,
Was never seen to smile.
In woe none might beguile;
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Was never seen to smile.
For her soul's peace he gave his lands,
His goods to the poor he gave;
And died a knight of the Holy Cross,
Beside the Jordan's wave.
His goods to the poor he gave;
And died a knight of the Holy Cross,
Beside the Jordan's wave.
Earl Walter passed both out and in,
With a firm unfaltering tread;
But his brow grew wan, his cheek grew thin.
And his eye as heavy as lead.
With a firm unfaltering tread;
But his brow grew wan, his cheek grew thin.
And his eye as heavy as lead.
He met the guests, he sate at meat:
But his was a joyless hall:
The hawk was never off the perch,
The steed from out the stall.
But his was a joyless hall:
The hawk was never off the perch,
The steed from out the stall.
His was a cureless grief of soul;
He slowly wore away,
Like an oak upon the rifted rock,
Long struggling with decay.
He slowly wore away,
Like an oak upon the rifted rock,
Long struggling with decay.
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At length, when he was worn and bowed,
With grief and years grown old,
It chanced that his tale unto the king
By a noble knight was told.
With grief and years grown old,
It chanced that his tale unto the king
By a noble knight was told.
The king he sent that noble knight
Unto the pope at Rome,
To humbly crave his holiness
To abrogate his doom.
Unto the pope at Rome,
To humbly crave his holiness
To abrogate his doom.
The pope gave absolution good:
And this to him was read,
As in his ninetieth year he lay
Upon his dying bed.
And this to him was read,
As in his ninetieth year he lay
Upon his dying bed.
Earl Walter raised his aged eyes,
And gave great praise to Heaven:
And by this token all men knew
That his sin had been forgiven.
And gave great praise to Heaven:
And by this token all men knew
That his sin had been forgiven.
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