SEA SPRAY &> SMOKE DRIFT 



And call on thy Maker, and boldly swear 

 That thou had'st in his death no part ? 



I ask not, while threescore proofs I share 

 With one doubt — uncondemn'd thou art." 



Oh ! cold and bleak upon Mabel's cheek 

 Came the blast of the storm-wind keen, 



And her tresses black, as the glossy back 

 Of the raven, glanced between 



Her fingers slight, like the ivory white, 

 As she parted their sable sheen. 



Yet with steady lip, and with fearless eye, 

 And with cheek like the flush of dawn, 



Unflinchingly she spoke in reply — 

 ** Go hence with the break of morn, 



I will neither confess, nor yet deny, 

 I will return thee scorn for scorn." 



The knight bow'd low as he turn'd to go ; 



He travel'd by land and sea. 

 But naught of his future fate I know, 



And naught of his fair ladye ; — 



My story is told, as, long ago, 



My story was told to me. 

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