Through changeful clouds of night
The winter moon was gliding,
Like a bird with wings of light
On the buoyant breezes riding;
Fair was the scene, and strangely wild,
Beneath her meek transparent ray;
For the snow, in glittering masses piled,
Gave back a light that mock’d the day.
It lay in shining heaps,
Like pearls of purest brightness;
It clothed the woods and steeps
In robes of bridal whiteness;
And high its crystal ramparts rose
Along old Thames’s alter’d shore;
With one wide field of foam-like snows
The mighty stream was frozen o’er.
There Oxford Castle frown’d,
‘Neath silken banners streaming,
With rebel spears around,
Between the snow-clifts gleaming.
The haughty empress weeps within-
Tears from a heart that scorns to stoop-
And the pains of famine now begin
To prey upon her loyal troop.
Full sadly spake the bands
Of yielding on the morrow;
Then wrung the queen her hands,
Crying, in wrathful sorrow,
“Ah, Gloucester! ah, my brother dear!
Thou truest and thou best of men!
‘Twould not be thus if thou wert here-
Right soon should I be rescued then!”
Down gazed those valiant lords,
Their grief and shame were bitter;
Alas, ungrateful words!
Thy tears, O queen, were fitter;
For true of heart and strong of hand,
Each warrior fenced thee with his life;
But when stern Famine bares her brand,
Man can but perish in the strife!
Out spake a maiden then:
“Counsel my lady needeth;
When fails the wit of men,
Oft woman’s wit succeedeth.
At Wallingford, Earl Robert bides,
To guard thy son, thine England’s heir:
Can we not cross the frozen tides,
To seek for aid and safety there?”
“Not so, alas! not so!
Long is the way, and dreary;
How shall we pass the foe-
We, faint, and worn, and weary?”
“Doubt nothing,” said that damsel bold;
“But only trust thyself to me,
And thou shalt learn how fearless-soul’d
An English maiden dares to be!”
“Farewell, ye noble hearts;
God take you to his keeping!
Behold, your queen departs
From friends so loyal, weeping!”
Matilda donned a milk-white vest;
And that same damsel, fair and true,
In robes of stainless white was dress’d,
Like the cold snow’s unspotted hue.
With link
(Menella Bute Smedley)
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