. The romaunt of Lady Helen Clyde. . of darknessutter,Flashed the truth on his proud spirit that herlife was ebbing fast ;Thin and pale he saw her face was, and his heartbegan to flutterAs he marvelled at his blindness, now the truthwas seen at last. 29 Long he gazed in silence at her, then on brow offever kissed her ;Said, with voice of deep contrition, Is thereaught that I can do?Name it, darling, never fearing—and the tears beganto ; remorseful thought, unsparing, brought thecruel past to view. 30 Bend thine car, I have a message; draw yowr chairbeside me, nigher—Hark ! methinks I
. The romaunt of Lady Helen Clyde. . of darknessutter,Flashed the truth on his proud spirit that herlife was ebbing fast ;Thin and pale he saw her face was, and his heartbegan to flutterAs he marvelled at his blindness, now the truthwas seen at last. 29 Long he gazed in silence at her, then on brow offever kissed her ;Said, with voice of deep contrition, Is thereaught that I can do?Name it, darling, never fearing—and the tears beganto ; remorseful thought, unsparing, brought thecruel past to view. 30 Bend thine car, I have a message; draw yowr chairbeside me, nigher—Hark ! methinks I hear his footsteps borne uponthe passing wind ?No—twas my disordered fancy—father, draw the cur-tain higher,For the light is growing dim: your hand Icannot find! 31 There! now listen to me, father,—when the lastsleep I am this packet that I give you, and if he stilllives it—whatsoeer the distance—there ! I leave itin your keeping^—Tis a note, with some few trinkets, that he gaveme long 32 • Helen, I will do it for you, do it with a heartfeltgladness—O! Remorse, thy sting is bitter; would that Icould flee thee, far !What a wretched man I must be, to surround my childwith sadness,Til the angels, out of pity, steal away mymorning star! 33 Long he stood in thought ; then quickly left theroom with footsteps hurried—Soon a courier, under orders, dashed out throughthe palace gate :—Lord Clyde watched his faithful servant, for his heartwas sorely worried—Much he feared he could not bring her lover ereit was too late. 34 All that night twould take to reach him; but bysunset on the morrow,Circumstances all propitious, Mortimer could withthem be :So when next day waned to evenini;, Lord Clyde hopebegan to borrow ;For his child was yet alive, and Helens lovernear must be ! 35 Cheer up, Helen, said her father, Mortimer DuVee is flying,Just as fast as my fleet charger can transporthim from the 111 ain ;But too long I know waited
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