15ALLADS, 



GOXDOLIXE. 

 A Ballad. 



The night it was still, and the moon it shone 



Serenely on the sea, 

 And the waves at the foot of the rifted rock 



They murmur'd pleasantly. 



When Gondoline roamed along the shore, 



A maiden full fair to the sight ; 

 Though love had made bleak the rose on her cheek 



And turn'd it to deadly white. 



Her thoughts they were drear, and the silent tear 



It fiird her faint blue eye, 

 As oft she heard, in fancy's ear, 



Her Bertrand's dying sigh. 



Her Bertrand was the bravest youth 



Of all our good king's men, 

 And he was gone to the Holy Land 



To fight the Saracen. 



And many a month had pass'd away, 



And many a rolling year, 

 But nothing the maid from Palestine 



Could of her lover hear. 



