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68 Literary Gazette, 31st July, 1824, Pages 492

ORIGINAL POETRY. POETIC SKETCHES. Fifth Series.—Sketch the Third. THE KNIGHT'S TALE. Oh, there are evil moments in our life, When but a thought, a word, a look, has power To dash the cup of happiness aside, And stamp us wretched!

And there are bitter tears in 's hall— A wail of passionate lament! The night Is on the towers, but night has not brought Silence and sleep. A sound is in the courts, Of arms and armed men; the ring of spears, The tramp of iron feet, and voices, mixed In deep confusion. With the morning's rise, Lord leads these men to Palestine. There were two figures on a terrace, raised O'er all the rest. The moon was on its sweep, Lighting the landscape's midnight loveliness! Below it, first were gardens set with flowers, In beds of many shape and quaint device, So very sweet they filled the air with scents; Beyond, the ground was steep and rough; dwarf oaks Spring on the sides, but all the nobler growth Of those proud trees was seen in yon dark wood, Its world of leaves blent with the distant sky, And sheltering a green park, where the smooth grass Was fitting herbage for the gentle fawn, Which sported by its mother's spotted side, And some so white that in the moon they shone Like silver. In the midst, a diamond sheet Of clear bright water spread, and on its breast There was a group of swans; and there was one, Laid on a little island which the leaves Of the waterflag had made; and suddenly A sound of music rose, and leaf and flower Seemed hushed to hear the sweet and solemn hymn Sung by the dying swan. And then the two Upon the terrace, who as yet had looked But in each other's eyes, turned to the lake: It was to them, even as if their love Had made itself a voice to breathe Farewell!—