h! when shall we meet there?

At once, horns, trumpets, and the shouts of men,
Were heard above the valley. At the sound,
The knight, upstarting from his dreamy trance,
High raised his vizor, and his bugle rang,
Answering. By God in heaven, thou art the king! 320
The woman said. Again the clarions rung:
Like lightning, Alain and Montgomerie
Spurred through the wood, and led a harnessed steed
To the lone cabin's entrance, whilst the train
Sent up a deafening shout, Long live the king!
He, ere he vaulted to the saddle-bow,
Turned with a look benevolent, and cried,
Barons and lords, to this poor woman here
Haply I owe my life! Let her not need!
Away! she cried, king of these realms, away! 330
I ask not wealth nor pity--least from thee,
Of all men. As the day began to dawn,
More fixed and dreadful seemed her steadfast look;
The long black hair upon her labouring breast
Streamed, whilst her neck, as in disdain, she raised,
Swelling, her eyes a wild terrific light
Shot, and her voice, with intonation deep,
Uttered a curse, that even the bloodhound crouched
Beneath her feet, whilst with stern look she spoke:
Yes! I am Editha! she whom he loved-- 340
She whom thy sword has left in solitude,
How desolate! Yes, I am Editha!
And thou hast been to Harold's grave--oh! think,
King, where thy own will be! He rests in peace;
But even a spot is to thy bones denied; 345
I see thy carcase trodden under foot;
Thy children--his, with filial reverence,
Still think upon the spot where he is laid,
Though distant and far severed--but thy son,[101]
Thy eldest born, ah! see, he lifts the sword 350
Against his father's breast! Hark, hark! the chase
Is up! in that wild forest thou hast made!
The deer is flying--the loud horn resounds--
Hurrah! the arrow that laid Harold low,
It flies, it trembles in the Red King's heart![102]
Norman, Heaven's hand is on thee, and the curse
Of this devoted land! Hence, to thy throne!
The king a moment with compassion gazed,
And now the clarions, and the horns, and trumps
Rang louder; the bright banners in the winds 360
Waved beautiful; the neighing steeds aloft
Mantled their manes, and up the valley flew,
And soon have left behi