Ye would stand aghast with fear; Am a Prince of mighty sway!' "When he rode into the lists, The arch of heaven grew black with mists, And the castle 'gan to rock. At the first blow, Fell the youth from saddle-bow, Hardly rises from the shock. "Pipe and viol call the dances, Torch-light through the high halls glances; Waves a mighty shadow in. With manner bland Doth ask the maiden's hand, Doth with her the dance begin. "Danced in sable iron sark, Danced a measure weird and dark, Coldly clasped her limbs around. From breast and hair Down fall from her the fair Flowerets wilted to the ground. "To the sumptuous banquet came Every Knight and every Dame. 'Twixt son and daughter all distraught, With mournful mind The ancient King reclined, Gazed at them in silent thought. "Pale the children both did look, But the guest a beaker took; 'Golden wine will make you whole!" The children drank, Gave many a courteous thank; 'O that draught was very cool!' "Each the father's breast embraces, Son and daughter; and their faces Colorless grow utterly. Whichever way Looks the fear-struck father gray, He beholds his children die. " 'Woe! the blessed children both, Takest thou in the joy of youth; Take me, too, the joyless father!' Spake the Grim Guest, From his hollow, cavernous breast; 'Roses in the spring I gather!' " "That is indeed a striking ballad!" said Miss Ashburton, "but rather too grim and ghostly for this dull afternoon." "It begins joyously enough with the feast of Pentecost, and the crimson banners at the old castle. Then the contrast is well managed. The Knight in black mail, and the waving in of the mighty shadow in the dance, and the dropping of the faded flowers, are all strikingly presented to the imagination. However, it tellsits own story, and needs no explanation. Here is something in a different vein, though still melancholy. The Castle by the Sea. Shall I read it?" "Yes, if you like." Flemming read; "Hast thou seen that lordly castle, That Castle by the Sea? Golden and red above it The clouds float gorgeously. "And fain it would stoop downward To the mirrored wave below; And fain it would soar upward In the evening's crimson glow. " 'Well have I seen that castle, That Castle by the Sea, And the moon above it standing, And the mist rise solemnly.' "The winds and the waves of ocean, Had they a merry chime? Didst thou hear, from those lofty chambers, The harp and the minstrel's rhyme? " 'The winds and the waves of ocean, They rested quietly, But I heard on the gale a sound of wail, And tears came to my eye.' "And sawest thou on the turrets The King and his royal bride? And the wave of their crimson mantles? And the golden crown of pride? "Led they not forth in rapture A beauteous maiden there? Resplendent as the morning sun, Beaming with golden hair? " 'Well saw I the ancient parents, Without the crown of pride; They were moving slow, in weeds of woe,