He call'd to mind when for knighthood's badge
He knelt at Edward's throne,
How many stood by a parent's side,
But he stood there alone!
He thought how often his heart had pined,
When his was the victor's name,
Thrice desolate, strangers might give,
But could not share his fame.
Down he knelt in silent prayer
On the grave where his father slept;
And many the tears, and bitter the thoughts
As the warrior his vigil kept.
And he built a little chapel there,
And bade the deathbell toll,
And prayers be said, and mass he sung,
For the weal of the warrior's soul.
Years pass'd, and ever Sir Walter was first
Where warlike deeds were done;
But who would not look for the gallant knight
In the leal and loyal son?
THE AWAKENING OF ENDYMION.
Lone upon the mountain, the pine-trees wailing round him,
Lone upon a mountain the Grecian youth is laid;
Sleep, mystic sleep, for many a year has bound him,
Yet his beauty, like a statue's pale and fair, is undecay'd.
When will he awaken?
When will he awaken? a loud voice hath been crying
Night after night, and the cry has been in vain;
