TRACY DE VORE AND HUBERT GREY.
He turns away—a gentle breast
Receives his fainting form:
Exhausted, trembling, pale; he sinks
Like a lily from the storm.
Receives his fainting form:
Exhausted, trembling, pale; he sinks
Like a lily from the storm.
His mother sits beside his couch,
Her arm around him thrown;
And bitterly she grieves above
Her beautiful, her own.
Her arm around him thrown;
And bitterly she grieves above
Her beautiful, her own.
With pallid lip he murmurs forth
The name of Hubert Grey—
"Where? where is he I love so well?
Why comes he not to-day?
The name of Hubert Grey—
"Where? where is he I love so well?
Why comes he not to-day?
"Oh! bring him to me ere I die"—
Enough-away; away!
With eager speed, dash man and steed,
To summon Hubert Grey.
Enough-away; away!
With eager speed, dash man and steed,
To summon Hubert Grey.
And where is he? the herdsman's son,
The bold, the bright, the dauntless one?
The dew is off the shadiest spot;
The noon is nigh, why comes he not?
The bold, the bright, the dauntless one?
The dew is off the shadiest spot;
The noon is nigh, why comes he not?
Long since, the mountain boy was brought
Within the castle gate;
For none could soothe the pining heir,
Like his old and lowly mate.
Within the castle gate;
For none could soothe the pining heir,
Like his old and lowly mate.
And, true as sunrise, with the dawn
Has Hubert bent his steps at morn
Over the crags where torrents roar,
To tarry till night with Tracy de Vore.
But where is he now? the sun is hot,
The noon is past-why comes he not?
Has Hubert bent his steps at morn
Over the crags where torrents roar,
To tarry till night with Tracy de Vore.
But where is he now? the sun is hot,
The noon is past-why comes he not?
