Marmion . till sleeps before his beadsHave marked ten aves and two creeds. — XXVII. Let pass, quoth Marmion ; •• by my fay, This man shall guide me on my way, Although the great arch-fiend and he Had sworn themselves of company. So please you, gentle youth, to call This Palmer to the Castle-hall. The summoned Palmer came in place; His sable cowl oerhung his face; In his black mantle was he clad, With Peters keys, in cloth of rod, On his broad shoulders Avrought;The scallop shell his cap did deck;The crucifix around his neck Was from Lorctto brought;His sandals were with travel tore,Staff, budg
Marmion . till sleeps before his beadsHave marked ten aves and two creeds. — XXVII. Let pass, quoth Marmion ; •• by my fay, This man shall guide me on my way, Although the great arch-fiend and he Had sworn themselves of company. So please you, gentle youth, to call This Palmer to the Castle-hall. The summoned Palmer came in place; His sable cowl oerhung his face; In his black mantle was he clad, With Peters keys, in cloth of rod, On his broad shoulders Avrought;The scallop shell his cap did deck;The crucifix around his neck Was from Lorctto brought;His sandals were with travel tore,Staff, budget, bottle, scrip, he wore;The faded palm-branch in his handShowed pilgrim from the Holy Land. XXVIII. Whenas the Palmer came in hall, Xor lord nor knight was there more tall. Or had a statelier step withal. Or looked more high and keen;For no saluting did he strode across the luill of fronted Marmion where he sate. As he his peer had his uaunt frame Avas worn witli toil ;. CANTO I. THE CASTLE. 55 His cheek was sunk, alas, the while!And when he struggied at a smile, His eye looked haggard wild :Poor wretch, the mother that him she had been in presence there,In his Avan face and sunburnt hair She had not known her , long travel, want, or change the form that best we know —For deadly fear can time outgo. And blanch at once the hair;Hard toil can roughen form and want can quench the eyes bright does old age a wrinkle trace More deeply than whom none of these this poor Palmer knew them all. XXIX. Lord Marmion then his boon did ask ;The Palmer took on him the task,So he would march with morning tide,To Scottish court to be his guide. But I have solemn vows to pay,And may not linger by the way. To fair Saint Andrews bound,Within the ocean-cave to pray,Where good Saint Rule his holy midnight to the dawn of day. Sung to the billows sound ;Thence to Saint Fillans blessed
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