And he, recovering sense, upon her breast There too we read of Spenser's fairy themes, Which yet he wields in subterranean war, What wonder, then, if in such ample field Into a garden stored with Poesy; Where flowers and herbs unite, and haply some weeds be, That, wanting not wild grace, are from all mischief free! A KING more worthy of respect and love Than wise Gorbonian ruled not in his day; And grateful Britain prospered far above All neighbouring countries through his righteous sway; He poured rewards and honours on the good; The Oppressor he withstood; And while he served the gods with reverence due Fields smiled, and temples rose, and towns and cities grew. But how unworthy of such sire was he! From crime to crime he mounted, till at length With a vexed people, and the tyrant chased; From realm to realm the humbled Exile went, Suppliant for aid his kingdom to regain; In many a court, and many a warrior's tent, Him, in whose wretched heart ambition failed, Dire poverty assailed; And, tired with slights which he no more could brook, Towards his native soil he cast a longing look. Fair blew the wished-for wind - the voyage sped; He landed; and, by many dangers scared, "Poorly provided, poorly followèd," To Calaterium's forest he repaired. How changed from him who, born to highest place, Had swayed the royal mace, Flattered and feared, despised yet deified, In Troynovant, his seat by silver Thames's side! From that wild region where the crownless king And from their secret loyalty requires Shelter and daily bread, the amount of his desires. While he the issue waits, at early morn He bids his little company advance With seeming unconcern and steady countenance. The royal Elidure, who leads the chase, "It is the king, my brother!" and, by sound Of his own voice confirmed, he leaps upon the ground. Long, strict, and tender was the embrace he gave, And, while they stood upon the plain apart, Thus Elidure, by words, relieved his struggling heart. "By heavenly Powers conducted, we have met; O Brother! to my knowledge lost so long, But neither lost to love, nor to regret, Nor to my wishes lost; forgive the wrong, (Such it may seem) if I thy crown have borne, Thy royal mantle worn: I was their natural guardian; and 'tis just That now I should restore what hath been held in trust." A while the astonished Artegal stood mute, To me a kingdom! spare the bitter scorn! If justice ruled the breast of foreign kings, Then, on the wide-spread wings Of war, had I returned to claim my right; "I do not blame thee," Elidure replied; And thou from all disquietude be free. At this blest moment led me, if I speak With insincere intent, on me her vengeance wreak! "Were this same spear, which in my hand I grasp, Odious to me the pomp of regal court, And joyless sylvan sport, While thou art roving, wretched and forlorn, Then Artegal thus spake "I only sought, Within this realm a place of safe retreat; Full soon this generous purpose thou mayst rue, When that which has been done no wishes can undo. "Who, when a crown is fixed upon his head, Thy virtue, who may hate: For, if, by such strange sacrifice restored, He reign, thou still must be his king, and sovereign lord. "Lifted in magnanimity above Aught that my feeble nature could perform, A shadow in a hated land, while all Of glad or willing service to thy share would fall." 66 "Believe it not," said Elidure; respect Awaits on virtuous life, and ever most That, in the gracious opening of thy reign, "And what if o'er that bright unbosoming Are vanished; gladness ceases in the groves, And trepidation strikes the blackened mountain coves. |