The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge Volume I Part 80

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Hush, beating heart of Christabel!

Jesu, Maria, s.h.i.+eld her well!

She folded her arms beneath her cloak, 55 And stole to the other side of the oak.

What sees she there?

There she sees a damsel bright, Drest in a silken robe of white, That shadowy in the moonlight shone: 60 The neck that made that white robe wan, Her stately neck, and arms were bare; Her blue-veined feet unsandal'd were, And wildly glittered here and there The gems entangled in her hair. 65 I guess, 'twas frightful there to see A lady so richly clad as she-- Beautiful exceedingly!

Mary mother, save me now!

(Said Christabel,) And who art thou? 70

The lady strange made answer meet, And her voice was faint and sweet:-- Have pity on my sore distress, I scarce can speak for weariness: Stretch forth thy hand, and have no fear! 75 Said Christabel, How camest thou here?

And the lady, whose voice was faint and sweet, Did thus pursue her answer meet:--

My sire is of a n.o.ble line, And my name is Geraldine: 80 Five warriors seized me yestermorn, Me, even me, a maid forlorn: They choked my cries with force and fright, And tied me on a palfrey white.

The palfrey was as fleet as wind, 85 And they rode furiously behind.

They spurred amain, their steeds were white: And once we crossed the shade of night.

As sure as Heaven shall rescue me, I have no thought what men they be; 90 Nor do I know how long it is (For I have lain entranced I wis) Since one, the tallest of the five, Took me from the palfrey's back, A weary woman, scarce alive. 95 Some muttered words his comrades spoke: Ha placed me underneath this oak; He swore they would return with haste; Whither they went I cannot tell-- I thought I heard, some minutes past, 100 Sounds as of a castle bell.

Stretch forth thy hand (thus ended she), And help a wretched maid to flee.

Then Christabel stretched forth her hand, And comforted fair Geraldine: 105 O well, bright dame! may you command The service of Sir Leoline; And gladly our stout chivalry Will he send forth and friends withal To guide and guard you safe and free 110 Home to your n.o.ble father's hall.

She rose: and forth with steps they pa.s.sed That strove to be, and were not, fast.

Her gracious stars the lady blest, And thus spake on sweet Christabel: 115 All our household are at rest, The hall as silent as the cell; Sir Leoline is weak in health, And may not well awakened be, But we will move as if in stealth, 120 And I beseech your courtesy, This night, to share your couch with me.

They crossed the moat, and Christabel Took the key that fitted well; A little door she opened straight, 125 All in the middle of the gate; The gate that was ironed within and without, Where an army in battle array had marched out.

The lady sank, belike through pain, And Christabel with might and main 130 Lifted her up, a weary weight, Over the threshold of the gate: Then the lady rose again, And moved, as she were not in pain.

So free from danger, free from fear, 135 They crossed the court: right glad they were.

And Christabel devoutly cried To the lady by her side, Praise we the Virgin all divine Who hath rescued thee from thy distress! 140 Alas, alas! said Geraldine, I cannot speak for weariness.

So free from danger, free from fear, They crossed the court: right glad they were.

Outside her kennel, the mastiff old 145 Lay fast asleep, in moons.h.i.+ne cold.

The mastiff old did not awake, Yet she an angry moan did make!

And what can ail the mastiff b.i.t.c.h?

Never till now she uttered yell 150 Beneath the eye of Christabel.

Perhaps it is the owlet's scritch: For what can ail the mastiff b.i.t.c.h?

They pa.s.sed the hall, that echoes still, Pa.s.s as lightly as you will! 155 The brands were flat, the brands were dying, Amid their own white ashes lying; But when the lady pa.s.sed, there came A tongue of light, a fit of flame; And Christabel saw the lady's eye, 160 And nothing else saw she thereby, Save the boss of the s.h.i.+eld of Sir Leoline tall, Which hung in a murky old niche in the wall.

O softly tread, said Christabel, My father seldom sleepeth well. 165

Sweet Christabel her feet doth bare, And jealous of the listening air They steal their way from stair to stair, Now in glimmer, and now in gloom, And now they pa.s.s the Baron's room, 170 As still as death, with stifled breath!

And now have reached her chamber door; And now doth Geraldine press down The rushes of the chamber floor.

The moon s.h.i.+nes dim in the open air, 175 And not a moonbeam enters here.

But they without its light can see The chamber carved so curiously, Carved with figures strange and sweet, All made out of the carver's brain, 180 For a lady's chamber meet: The lamp with twofold silver chain Is fastened to an angel's feet.

The silver lamp burns dead and dim; But Christabel the lamp will trim. 185 She trimmed the lamp, and made it bright, And left it swinging to and fro, While Geraldine, in wretched plight, Sank down upon the floor below.

O weary lady, Geraldine, 190 I pray you, drink this cordial wine!

It is a wine of virtuous powers; My mother made it of wild flowers.

And will your mother pity me, Who am a maiden most forlorn? 195 Christabel answered--Woe is me!

She died the hour that I was born.

I have heard the grey-haired friar tell How on her death-bed she did say, That she should hear the castle-bell 200 Strike twelve upon my wedding-day.

O mother dear! that thou wert here!

I would, said Geraldine, she were!

But soon with altered voice, said she-- 'Off, wandering mother! Peak and pine! 205 I have power to bid thee flee.'

Alas! what ails poor Geraldine?

Why stares she with unsettled eye?

Can she the bodiless dead espy?

And why with hollow voice cries she, 210 'Off, woman, off! this hour is mine-- Though thou her guardian spirit be, Off, woman, off! 'tis given to me.'

Then Christabel knelt by the lady's side, And raised to heaven her eyes so blue-- 215 Alas! said she, this ghastly ride-- Dear lady! it hath wildered you!

The lady wiped her moist cold brow, And faintly said, ''tis over now!'

Again the wild-flower wine she drank: 220 Her fair large eyes 'gan glitter bright, And from the floor whereon she sank, The lofty lady stood upright: She was most beautiful to see, Like a lady of a far countree. 225

And thus the lofty lady spake-- 'All they who live in the upper sky, Do love you, holy Christabel!

And you love them, and for their sake And for the good which me befel, 230 Even I in my degree will try, Fair maiden, to requite you well.

But now unrobe yourself; for I Must pray, ere yet in bed I lie.'

Quoth Christabel, So let it be! 235 And as the lady bade, did she.

Her gentle limbs did she undress, And lay down in her loveliness.

But through her brain of weal and woe So many thoughts moved to and fro, 240 That vain it were her lids to close; So half-way from the bed she rose, And on her elbow did recline To look at the lady Geraldine.

Beneath the lamp the lady bowed, 245 And slowly rolled her eyes around; Then drawing in her breath aloud, Like one that shuddered, she unbound The cincture from beneath her breast: Her silken robe, and inner vest, 250 Dropt to her feet, and full in view, Behold! her bosom and half her side-- A sight to dream of, not to tell!

O s.h.i.+eld her! s.h.i.+eld sweet Christabel!

Yet Geraldine nor speaks nor stirs; 255 Ah! what a stricken look was hers!

Deep from within she seems half-way To lift some weight with sick a.s.say, And eyes the maid and seeks delay; Then suddenly, as one defied, 260 Collects herself in scorn and pride, And lay down by the Maiden's side!-- And in her arms the maid she took, Ah wel-a-day!

And with low voice and doleful look 265 These words did say: 'In the touch of this bosom there worketh a spell, Which is lord of thy utterance, Christabel!

Thou knowest to-night, and wilt know to-morrow, This mark of my shame, this seal of my sorrow; 270 But vainly thou warrest, For this is alone in Thy power to declare, That in the dim forest Thou heard'st a low moaning, 275 And found'st a bright lady, surpa.s.singly fair; And didst bring her home with thee in love and in charity, To s.h.i.+eld her and shelter her from the damp air.'

THE CONCLUSION TO PART I

It was a lovely sight to see The lady Christabel, when she 280 Was praying at the old oak tree.

Amid the jagged shadows Of mossy leafless boughs, Kneeling in the moonlight, To make her gentle vows; 285 Her slender palms together prest, Heaving sometimes on her breast; Her face resigned to bliss or bale-- Her face, oh call it fair not pale, And both blue eyes more bright than clear, 290 Each about to have a tear.

With open eyes (ah woe is me!) Asleep, and dreaming fearfully, Fearfully dreaming, yet, I wis, Dreaming that alone, which is-- 295 O sorrow and shame! Can this be she, The lady, who knelt at the old oak tree?

And lo! the worker of these harms, That holds the maiden in her arms, Seems to slumber still and mild, 300 As a mother with her child.

A star hath set, a star hath risen, O Geraldine! since arms of thine Have been the lovely lady's prison.

O Geraldine! one hour was thine-- 305 Thou'st had thy will! By tairn and rill, The night-birds all that hour were still.

But now they are jubilant anew, From cliff and tower, tu--whoo! tu--whoo!

Tu--whoo! tu--whoo! from wood and fell! 310

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