Claud Halcro Sings or Recites

AND you shall deal the funeral dole ;
Ay, deal it, mother mine,
To weary body, and to heavy soul,
The white bread and the wine.

And you shall deal my horses of pride ;
Ay, deal them, mother mine :
And you shall deal my lands so wide,
And deal my castles nine.

But deal not vengeance for the deed,
And deal not for the crime;
The body to its place, and the soul to Heaven's grace,
And the rest in God's own time.

SAINT Magnus control thee, that martyr of treason ;
Saint Ronan rebuke thee, with rhyme and with reason ;
By the mass of Saint Martin, the might of Saint Mary,
Be thou gone, or thy weird shall be worse if thou tarry !
If of good, go hence and hallow thee ;--
If of ill, let the earth swallow thee ; --
If thou 'rt of air, let the grey mist fold thee ;--
If of earth, let the swart mine hold thee ; --
If a Pixie, seek thy ring;--
If a Nixie, seek thy spring;--
If on middle earth thou 'st been
Slave of sorrow, shame, and sin,
Hast eat the bread of toil and strife,
And dree'd the lot which men call life ;
Begone to thy stone ! for thy coffin is scant of thee,
The worm, thy play-fellow, wails for the want of thee :
Hence, houseless ghost ! let the earth hide thee,
Till Michael shall blow the blast, see that there thou bide thee !

Phantom, fly hence ! take the Cross for a token,
Hence pass till Hallowmass ! -- my spell is spoken.

WHERE corpse-light
Dances bright,
Be it by day or night,
Be it by light or dark,
There shall corpse lie stiff and stark.

MENSEFUL maiden ne'er should rise,
Till the first beam tinge the skies ;
Silk-fringed eyelids still should close,
Till the sun has kiss'd the rose ;
Maiden's foot we should not view,
Mark'd with tiny print on dew,
Till the opening flowerets spread
Carpet meet for beauty's tread.