A FAERIE ROMANCE. 265
" Surely some good in me there lay, " To beget the noble one." The old man smiled like a winter day, And fell beside his son.
" O lady, thy lover is dead," they cried;
"He is dead, but hath slain the foe; " He hath left his name to be magnified
"' In a song of wonder and woe."
" Alas! I am well repaid," said she,
"With a pain that stings like joy; "For I feared, from his tenderness to me,
" That he was but a feeble boy.
" Now I shall hold my head on high,
" The queen among my kind. "If ye hear a sound, 'tis only a sigh
"For a glory left behind."
The first three times I sang these songs, they both wept passionately. But after the third time, they wept no more. Their eyes shone, and their faces grew pale, but they never wept at any of my songs again.