The poetical works of the late Thomas Little [i.e. Thomas Moore] The eleventh edition |
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REUBEN AND ROSE.
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REUBEN AND ROSE.
A TALE OF ROMANCE.
The darkness which hung upon Willumberg's walls
Has long been remember'd with awe and dismay!
For years not a sunbeam had play'd in its halls,
And it seem'd as shut out from the regions of day;
Has long been remember'd with awe and dismay!
For years not a sunbeam had play'd in its halls,
And it seem'd as shut out from the regions of day;
Though the valleys were brighten'd by many a beam,
Yet none could the woods of the castle illume;
And the lightning, which flash'd on the neighbouring stream,
Flew back, as if fearing to enter the gloom!
Yet none could the woods of the castle illume;
And the lightning, which flash'd on the neighbouring stream,
Flew back, as if fearing to enter the gloom!
“Oh! when shall this horrible darkness disperse?”
Said Willumberg's lord to the seer of the cave;—
“It can never dispel,” said the wizard of verse,
“Till the bright star of chivalry's sunk in the wave!”
Said Willumberg's lord to the seer of the cave;—
“It can never dispel,” said the wizard of verse,
“Till the bright star of chivalry's sunk in the wave!”
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And who was the bright star of chivalry then?
Who could be but Reuben, the flow'r of the age!
For Reuben was first in the combat of men,
Though Youth had scarce written his name on her page.
Who could be but Reuben, the flow'r of the age!
For Reuben was first in the combat of men,
Though Youth had scarce written his name on her page.
For Willumberg's daughter his bosom had beat,
For Rose, who was bright as the spirit of dawn,
When with wand dropping diamonds, and silvery feet,
It walks o'er the flow'rs of the mountain and lawn!
For Rose, who was bright as the spirit of dawn,
When with wand dropping diamonds, and silvery feet,
It walks o'er the flow'rs of the mountain and lawn!
Must Rose, then, from Reuben so fatally sever?
Sad, sad were the words of the man in the cave,
That darkness should cover the castle for ever,
Or Reuben be sunk in the merciless wave!
Sad, sad were the words of the man in the cave,
That darkness should cover the castle for ever,
Or Reuben be sunk in the merciless wave!
She flew to the wizard—“And tell me, oh tell!
“Shall my Reuben no more be restor'd to my eyes?”—
“Yes, yes,—when a spirit shall toll the great bell
“Of the mouldering abbey, your Reuben shall rise!”
“Shall my Reuben no more be restor'd to my eyes?”—
“Yes, yes,—when a spirit shall toll the great bell
“Of the mouldering abbey, your Reuben shall rise!”
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Twice, thrice he repeated “Your Reuben shall rise!”
And Rose felt a moment's release from her pain;
She wip'd, while she listen'd, the tears from her eyes,
And she hop'd she might yet see her hero again!
And Rose felt a moment's release from her pain;
She wip'd, while she listen'd, the tears from her eyes,
And she hop'd she might yet see her hero again!
Her hero could smile at the terrors of death,
When he felt that he died for the sire of his Rose;
To the Oder he flew, and there plunging beneath,
In the lapse of the billows soon found his repose.—
When he felt that he died for the sire of his Rose;
To the Oder he flew, and there plunging beneath,
In the lapse of the billows soon found his repose.—
How strangely the order of destiny falls!—
Not long in the waters the warrior lay,
When a sunbeam was seen to glance over the walls,
And the castle of Willumberg bask'd in the ray!
Not long in the waters the warrior lay,
When a sunbeam was seen to glance over the walls,
And the castle of Willumberg bask'd in the ray!
All, all but the soul of the maid was in light,
There sorrow and terror lay gloomy and blank:
Two days did she wander, and all the long night,
In quest of her love, on the wide river's bank.
There sorrow and terror lay gloomy and blank:
Two days did she wander, and all the long night,
In quest of her love, on the wide river's bank.
Oft, oft did she pause for the toll of the bell,
And she heard but the breathings of night in the air;
Long, long did she gaze on the watery swell,
And she saw but the foam of the white billow there.
And she heard but the breathings of night in the air;
Long, long did she gaze on the watery swell,
And she saw but the foam of the white billow there.
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And often as midnight its veil would undraw,
As she look'd at the light of the moon in the stream,
She thought 'twas his helmet of silver she saw,
As the curl of the surge glitter'd high in the beam.
As she look'd at the light of the moon in the stream,
She thought 'twas his helmet of silver she saw,
As the curl of the surge glitter'd high in the beam.
And now the third night was begemming the sky,
Poor Rose on the cold dewy margent reclin'd,
There wept till the tear almost froze in her eye,
When,—hark!—'twas the bell that came deep in the wind!
Poor Rose on the cold dewy margent reclin'd,
There wept till the tear almost froze in her eye,
When,—hark!—'twas the bell that came deep in the wind!
She startled, and saw, through the glimmering shade,
A form o'er the waters in majesty glide;
She knew 'twas her love, though his cheek was decay'd,
And his helmet of silver was wash'd by the tide.
A form o'er the waters in majesty glide;
She knew 'twas her love, though his cheek was decay'd,
And his helmet of silver was wash'd by the tide.
Was this what the seer of the cave had foretold?—
Dim, dim through the phantom the moon shot a gleam;
'Twas Reuben, but ah! he was deathly and cold,
And fleeted away like the spell of a dream!
Dim, dim through the phantom the moon shot a gleam;
'Twas Reuben, but ah! he was deathly and cold,
And fleeted away like the spell of a dream!
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Twice, thrice did he rise, and as often she thought
From the bank to embrace him, but never, ah! never!
Then springing beneath, at a billow she caught,
And sunk to repose on its bosom for ever!
From the bank to embrace him, but never, ah! never!
Then springing beneath, at a billow she caught,
And sunk to repose on its bosom for ever!
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