Chorus. 
Eleu loro, &c.  Soft shall be his pillow.

There, through the summer day,
  Cool streams are laving;
There, while the tempests sway,
  Scarce are boughs waving; 160
There, thy rest shalt thou take,
  Parted for ever,
Never again to wake,
  Never, O never!

Chorus. 
Eleu loro, &c.  Never, O never! 165

XI.

Where shall the traitor rest,
  He, the deceiver,
Who could win maiden’s breast,
  Ruin, and leave her? 
In the lost battle, 170
  Borne down by the flying,
Where mingles war’s rattle
  With groans of the dying.

Chorus. 
Eleu loro, &c.  There shall he be lying.

Her wing shall the eagle flap 175
  O’er the false-hearted;
His warm blood the wolf shall lap,
  Ere life be parted. 
Shame and dishonour sit
  By his grave ever; 180
Blessing shall hallow it,—­
Never, O never.

Chorus. 
Eleu loro, &c.  Never, O never!

XII.

It ceased, the melancholy sound;
And silence sunk on all around. 185
The air was sad; but sadder still
  It fell on Marmion’s ear,
And plain’d as if disgrace and ill,
  And shameful death, were near. 
He drew his mantle past his face, 190
  Between it and the band,
And rested with his head a space,
Reclining on his hand. 
His thoughts I scan not; but I ween,
That, could their import have been seen, 195
The meanest groom in all the hall,
That e’er tied courser to a stall,
Would scarce have wished to be their prey,
For Lutterward and Fontenaye.

XIII.

High minds, of native pride and force, 200
Most deeply feel thy pangs, Remorse! 
Fear, for their scourge, mean villains have,
Thou art the torturer of the brave! 
Yet fatal strength they boast to steel
Their minds to bear the wounds they feel, 205
Even while they writhe beneath the smart
Of civil conflict in the heart. 
For soon Lord Marmion raised his head,
And, smiling, to Fitz-Eustace said,-
’Is it not strange, that, as ye sung, 210
Seem’d in mine ear a death-peal rung,
Such as in nunneries they toll
For some departing sister’s soul? 
  Say, what may this portend?’—­
Then first the Palmer silence broke, 215
(The livelong day he had not spoke)
  ‘The death of a dear friend.’

XIV.