w small and dry,
I am so feeble now, would I might die.

_And in truth the great bell overhead
Left off his pealing for the dead,
Perchance, because the wind was dead._

Will he come back again, or is he dead?
O! is he sleeping, my scarf round his head?

Or did they strangle him as he lay there,
With the long scarlet scarf I used to wear?

Only I pray thee, Lord, let him come here!
Both his soul and his body to me are most dear.

Dear Lord, that loves me, I wait to receive
Either body or spirit this wild Christmas-eve.

_Through the floor shot up a lily red,
With a patch of earth from the land of the dead,
For he was strong in the land of the dead._

What matter that his cheeks were pale,
His kind kiss'd lips all grey?
O, love Louise, have you waited long?
O, my lord Arthur, yea.

What if his hair that brush'd her cheek
Was stiff with frozen rime?
His eyes were grown quite blue again,
As in the happy time.

O, love Louise, this is the key
Of the happy golden land!
O, sisters, cross the bridge with me,
My eyes are full of sand.
What matter that I cannot see,
If ye take me by the hand?

_And ever the great bell overhead,
And the tumbling seas mourned for the dead;
For their song ceased, and they were dead._

THE TUNE OF SEVEN TOWERS

No one goes there now:
For what is left to fetch away
From the desolate battlements all arow,
And the lead roof heavy and grey?
_Therefore, said fair Yoland of the flowers,
This is the tune of Seven Towers._

No one walks there now;
Except in the white moonlight
The white ghosts walk in a row;
If one could see it, an awful sight,
_Listen! said fair Yoland of the flowers,
This is the tune of Seven Towers._

But none can see them now,
Though they sit by the side of the moat,
Feet half in the water, there in a row,
Long hair in the wind afloat.
_Therefore, said fair Yoland of the flowers,
This is the tune of Seven Towers._

If any will go to it now,
He must go to it all alone,
Its gates will not open to any row
Of glittering spears: will _you_ go alone?
_Listen! said fair Yoland of the flowers,
This