Dear did we pay, though we won that day;
Lost was our darling—borne far, far away.
Borne o'er the sea to a dungeon tower,
Helpless he wept in the foeman's power.
"Comrades, ye triumph with mirth and cheer.
While I lie wounded and heart-sick here!
"O find a messenger true for me.
To bear me a letter across the sea.
A messenger true they brought him there,
And the young knight warned him thus with care:
"Lay now that dress of thine aside,
And in beggar's weeds thy service hide.
"And take my ring, my ring of gold.
And wrap it safe in some secret fold.
"But, once at my mother's castle gate.
That ring will gain admittance straight;
"And O, if she comes to ransom me,
Then high let the white flag hoisted be;
"But if she comes not —ah! well-a-day!
The night-black flag at the mast display!"
II.
When the messenger true to Leon came,
At supper sat the high-born dame;
With cups of gold and royal fare.
And the harpers merrily harping there.
"I kneel to thee, right noble dame;
This ring will show from whom I came.
"And he who gave me that same ring
Bade me in haste this letter bring."
"Oh! harpers, harpers, cease your song;
The grief at my heart is sharp and strong.
"Why did they this from his mother hide?
In a dungeon lies my only pride?
"O quick, make ready a ship for me,
This night I'll cross the stormy sea."
III.
The young Bran asked at morn next day,
Asked from the bed whereon he lay:
"Look out now, warder, look well, I pray,
See'st thou no ship that sails this way?"
"Sir knight, I look; but naught I spy,
Save the open sea, and the open sky.''
Again, when the sun was high o'erhead.
The young Bran asked from his weary bed:
" Look out now, warder; look well, I pray,
See'st thou no ship that sails this way?"
"Sir knight, I look, but naught see there,
Save the white sea-birds that skim the air."
And at vesper hour, in sorer pain,
The young Bran asked of him again:
"Look out once more; look well, I pray,
See'st thou no ship that sails this way?"
Then the warder, cruel and false was he,
Smiled as he spoke right wickedly:
"es, now, Sir knight, a ship I spy.
Tossed by the billows against the sky."
"What colour her flag? O tell me right;
Speak, warder, speak! is it black or white?"
"Sir knight, it is black, if I truly see;
By the embers red I swear to thee."
When the downcast knight that answer heard
He asked no more, he spake no word;
He turned to the wall his face so wan.
And shook in the breath of the Mighty one!
IV.
The lady's foot scarce touched the sand
Ere she cried to them upon the strand:
"Tell me who now has passed away?
For whom is the death-bell tolling, say?"
And a gray-haired man, there standing by,
To the high-born lady made reply:
"A poor young knight, in prison chained,
At the vesper hour his freedom gained."
Soon as these words the old man said,
Away to the tower she wildly sped,
Her hair all scattered, her hair so white,
Streaming abroad on the breeze of night.
Wondering around her the townsfolk came,
To gaze, as she passed, on the high-born dame—
Wondering a lady so queenly to meet
As moaning she rushed up the long steep street.
And each asked another, as half in fear,
"What land does she come from? What seeks she
here?"
At the foot of the tower, to the gaoler grim,
She sobbed aloud, and she called on him:
"Oh! open the gates! (my son! my son!)
Oh! open the gates! (my only one!)"
They opened the gates; no word they said:
Before her there her son lay dead.
In her arms she took him so tenderly,
And laid her down — never more rose she!
V.
On Kerloan shore there stands a tree,
In that battle-field beside the sea;
An oak which lifted its lofty head
When from Ewan the Great the Saxons fled.
On that aged tree, when the moon shines bright.
The birds they gather in flocks at night;
From North and South, from East and West,
The white sea-birds with blood-specked breast.
And amidst them comes, ever croaking low,
With a young dark raven, an old gray crow.
Wearily onward they flap their way,
With drooping wings, soaked through with spray.
As they had come from a far countrye.
As they had flown o'er a stormy sea.
And the birds they sing so sweet and clear
That the waves keep very still to hear.
They all sing out in a merry tone.
They all sing together—save two alone.