[160] and walked Bijou, 1828. rocks] rock MS. [170] but] and MS. [176] the] their MS. TO ----[292:1] I mix in life, and labour to seem free, With common persons pleas'd and common things, While every thought and action tends to thee, And every impulse from thy influence springs. ? 1798. FOOTNOTES: [292:1] First published without title in _Literary Remains_, 1836, i. 280 (among other short pieces and fragments 'communicated by Mr. Gutch'). First collected, again without title, in _P. and D. W._, 1877-80. LINENOTES: Title] To ---- 1893. The heading _Ubi Thesaurus Ibi Cor_ was prefixed to the illustrated edition of The Poems of Coleridge, 1907. THE BALLAD OF THE DARK LADIÉ[293:1] A FRAGMENT Beneath yon birch with silver bark, And boughs so pendulous and fair, The brook falls scatter'd down the rock: And all is mossy there! And there upon the moss she sits, 5 The Dark Ladié in silent pain; The heavy tear is in her eye, And drops and swells again. Three times she sends her little page Up the castled mountain's breast, 10 If he might find the Knight that wears The Griffin for his crest. The sun was sloping down the sky, And she had linger'd there all day, Counting moments, dreaming fears-- 15 Oh wherefore can he stay? She hears a rustling o'er the brook, She sees far off a swinging bough! 'Tis He! 'Tis my betrothéd Knight! Lord Falkland, it is Thou!' 20 She springs, she clasps him round the neck, She sobs a thousand hopes and fears, Her kisses glowing on his cheeks She quenches with her tears. * * * * * 'My friends with rude ungentle words 25 They scoff and bid me fly to thee! O give me shelter in thy breast! O shield and shelter me! 'My Henry, I have given thee much, I gave what I can ne'er recall, 30 I gave my heart, I gave my peace, O Heaven! I gave thee all.' The Knight made answer to the Maid, While to his heart he held her hand, 'Nine castles hath my noble sire, 35 None statelier in the land. 'The fairest one shall be my love's, The fairest castle of the nine! Wait only till the stars peep out, The fairest shall be thine: 40 'Wait only till the hand of eve Hath wholly closed yon western bars, And through the dark we two will steal Beneath the twinkling stars!'-- 'The dark? the dark? No! not the dark? 45 The twinkling stars? How, Henry? How?' O God! 'twas in the eye of noon He pledged his sacred vow!