Chapter V: Part 5

The lady look'd through the chamber fair,
By the light of the dying flame;
And she was aware of a knight stood there--
Sir Richard of Coldinghame!

"Alas! away! away!" she cried,
"For the holy Virgin's sake!"--
"Lady, I know who sleeps by thy side,
But, lady, he will not wake.

"By Eildon-tree, for long nights three,
In bloody grave have I lain;
The mass and the death-prayer are said for me,
But, lady, they are said in vain.

"By the Baron's brand, near Tweed's fair strand,
Most foully slain I fell;
And my restless sprite on the beacon's height,
For a space is doom'd to dwell.

"At our trysting place, for a certain space,
I must wander to and fro,
But I had not had power to come to thy bower,
Hadst thou not conjured me so."

Love master'd fear--her brow she cross'd;
"How, Richard, hast thou sped?
And art thou saved or art thou lost?"--
The vision shook his head!

"Who spilleth life, shall forfeit life;
So bid thy lord believe:
That lawless love is guilt above,
This awful sign receive."

He laid his left hand on an oaken beam,
His right upon her hand,
The lady shrunk, and fainting sunk,
For it scorched like a fiery brand.

The sable score, of fingers four,
Remains on that board impress'd,
And forever more that lady wore
A covering on her wrist.

There is a nun in Dryburgh bower,
Ne'er looks upon the sun,
There is a monk in Melrose tower,
He speaketh word to none.

That nun, who ne'er beholds the day,
That monk that speaks to none,--
That Nun was Smaylho'me's Lady gay,
That monk the bold Baron.

FAIR MARGARET'S MISFORTUNES

"I am no love for you, Margaret,
You are no love for me.
Before to-morrow at eight of the clock,
A rich wedding you shall see."

Fair Margaret sat in her bower-window
Combing her yellow hair;
There she espied sweet William and his bride,
As they were a-riding near.

Down she laid her ivory comb,
And up she bound her hair;
She went away out of her bower,
And never returnéd there.

When day was gone and night was come,
And all men fast asleep,
There came the spirit of fair Marg'ret,
And stood at William's feet.

"Are you awake, sweet William?" she said,
"Or, William, are you asleep?
God give you joy of your gay bride-bed,
And me of my winding sheet."

When day was come and night was gone,
And all men waked in from sleep,
Sweet William to his ladye said,--
"Alas I have cause to weep.

"I dreamt a dream, my dear ladye,--
Such dreams are never good,--
I dreamt my bower was full of red swine,
And the walls ran down with blood."

He called up his merrymen all,
By one, by two, and by three;
Saying, "I'll away to fair Margaret's bower,
By the leave of my ladye."

And when he came to fair Margaret's bower,
He knocked at the ring;
And who so ready as her seven brethren,
To let sweet William in.

He turned down the covering-sheet,
To see the face of the dead;
"Methinks she looks all pale and wan;
She hath lost her cherry red.

"I would do more for thee, Margaret,
Than would any of thy kin.
And I will kiss thy pale cold lips,
Though a smile I cannot win."

With that bespake the seven brethren,
Making most piteous moan,
"You may go and kiss your jolly brown bride,
And let our sister alone!"

"If I do kiss my jolly brown bride,
I do but what is right;
I ne'er made a vow to yonder poor corpse,
By day, nor yet by night."

"Deal on, deal on, ye merrymen all,
Deal on your cake and wine.
Whatever is dealt at her funeral to-day,
Shall be dealt to-morrow at mine!"

Fair Margaret died as it might be to-day,
Sweet William he died the morrow,
Fair Margaret died for pure true love,
Sweet William he died for sorrow.

Margaret was buried in the lower chancel,
And William in the higher;
And out of her breast there sprang a rose tree,
And out of his a brier.

They grew till they grew unto the church-top,
And when they could grow no higher;
And there they tied a true lover's knot,
Which made all the people admire.

At last the clerk of the parish came,
As the truth doth well appear,
And by misfortune he cut them down,
Or else they had now been here.

SWEET WILLIAM'S GHOST

There came a ghost to Marjorie's door,
Wi' many a grievous moan,
And aye he tirled at the pin,
But answer made she none.

"Oh, say, is that my father?
Or is't my brother John?
Or is it my true love Willy,
From Scotland new come home?"

"'Tis not thy father, Marjorie,
Nor not thy brother John;
But 'tis thy true love Willy
From Scotland new come home.

"Oh Marjorie sweet! oh Marjorie dear!
For faith and charitie,
Will ye gie me back my faith and troth
That I gave once to thee?"

"Thy faith and troth thou gavest to me,
And again thou'lt never win,
Until thou come within my bower
And kiss me cheek and chin."

"My lips they are sae bitter," he says,
"My breath it is sae strang,
If ye get ae kiss from me to-night,
Your days will not be lang.

"The cocks are crawing, Marjorie,--
The cocks are crawing again:
The dead wi' the quick they mustna stay,
And I must needs be gone."

She followed him high, she followed him low,
Till she came to yon church-yard green,
And there the deep grave opened up,
And young William he lay down.

"What three things are these, sweet William,
That stand beside your head?"
"O it's three maidens, Marjorie,
That once I promised to wed."

"What three things are these, sweet William,
That stand close at your side?"
"O it's three babes," he says, "Marjorie,
That these three maidens had."

"What three things are these, sweet William,
That lie close at thy feet?"
"O it's three hell-hounds, Marjorie,
That's waiting my soul to keep."

And she took up her white, white hand,
And struck him on the breast;
Saying, "Have here again thy faith and troth,
And I wish your soul good rest."

CLERK SAUNDERS

Clerk Saunders and may Margaret
Walked ower yon garden green;
And deep and heavy was the love
That fell thir twa between.

"A bed, a bed," Clerk Saunders said,
"A bed for you and me!"
"Fye na, fye na," said may Margaret,
"Till anes we married be!"

"Then I'll take the sword frae my scabbard
And slowly lift the pin;
And you may swear, and save your aith,
Ye ne'er let Clerk Saunders in.

"Take your napkin in your hand,
Tie up your bonnie een,
And you may swear and save your aith,
Ye saw me na since yestreen."

It was about the midnight hour,
When they asleep were laid,
When in and came her seven brothers,
Wi' torches burning red:

When in and came her seven brothers,
Wi' torches burning bright:
They said, "We hae but one sister,
And behold her lying with a knight!"

Then out and spake the first o' them,
"We will awa' and let them be."
And out and spake the second o' them,
"His father has nae mair but he."

And out and spake the third o' them,
"I wot that they are lovers dear."
And out and spake the fourth o' them,
"They hae been in love this mony a year."

Then out and spake the fifth o' them,
"It were great sin true love to twain,"
And out and spake the sixth o' them,
"It were shame to slay a sleeping man."

Then up and gat the seventh o' them,
And never a word spake he;
But he has striped his bright brown brand
Out through Clerk Saunders' fair bodye.

Clerk Saunders he started, and Margaret she turned,
Into his arms as asleep she lay;
And sad and silent was the night
That was atween thir twae.

And they lay still and sleepit sound
Until the day began to daw;
And kindly she to him did say,
"It is time, true love, you were awa'."

But he lay still and sleepit sound,
Albeit the sun began to sheen;
She looked between her and the wa',
And dull and drowsie were his een.

Then in and came her father dear;
Said, "Let a' your mourning be;
I'll carry the dead corpse to the clay,
And I'll come back and comfort thee."

"Comfort weel your seven sons,
For comforted I will never be:
I trow 'twas neither knave nor loon
Was in the bower last night wi' me."

The clinking bell gaed through the town,
And carried the dead corpse to the clay.
Young Saunders stood at may Margaret's window,
I wot, an hour before the day.

"Are ye sleeping, Margaret?" he says,
"Or are you waking presentlie?
Give me my faith and troth again,
True love, as I gied them to thee."

"Your faith and troth ye sall never get,
Nor our true love sall never twin,
Until ye come within my bower,
And kiss me cheek and chin."

"My mouth it is full cold, Margaret,
It has the smell now of the ground;
And if I may kiss thy comely mouth,
Thy days will soon be at an end.

"O, cocks are crowing a merry midnight;
I wot the wild fowls are boding day.
Give me my faith and troth again,
And let me fare me on my way."

"Thy faith and troth thou sall na get,
And our true love sall never twin,
Until ye tell wha' comes o' women,
Wot ye, who die in strong traivelling?"

"Their beds are made in the heavens high,
Down at the foot of our good Lord's knee,
Weel set about wi' gillyflowers;
I wot, sweet company for to see.

"O, cocks are crowing a merry midnight;
I wot the wild fowls are boding day;
The psalms of heaven will soon be sung,
And I, ere now, will be missed away."

Then she has taken a crissom wand,
And she has stroken her troth thereon;
She has given it him out at the shot-window,
Wi' mony a sad sigh and heavy groan.

"I thank ye, Marg'ret; I thank ye, Marg'ret;
Ever I thank ye heartilie;
But gin I were living, as I am dead,
I'd keep my faith and troth with thee."

It's hosen and shoon, and gown alone,
She climbed the wall, and followed him,
Until she came to the green forest,
And there she lost the sight o' him.

"Is there ony room at your head, Saunders?
Is there ony room at your feet?
Is there ony room at your side, Saunders?
Where fain, fain, I wad sleep?"

"There's nae room at my head, Marg'ret,
There's nae room at my feet;
My bed it is fu' lowly now,
Amang the hungry worms I sleep.

"Cauld mould is my covering now,
But and my winding-sheet;
The dew it fall nae sooner down
Then my resting place is weet."

Then up and crew the red, red cock,
Then up and crew the gray;
"'Tis time, 'tis time, my dear Marg'ret,
That you were going away.

"And fair Marg'ret, and rare Marg'ret,
And Marg'ret, o' veritie,
Gin e'er ye love another man,
Ne'er love him as ye did me."

THE WIFE OF USHER'S WELL

There lived a wife at Usher's Well,
And a wealthy wife was she;
She had three stout and stalwart sons,
And sent them o'er the sea.

They hadna been a week from her,
A week but barely ane,
When word cam' to the carline wife
That her three sons were gane.

They hadna been a week from her,
A week but barely three,
When word cam' to the carline wife
That her sons she'd never see.

"I wish the wind may never cease,
Nor fish be in the flood,
Till my three sons come hame to me,
In earthly flesh and blood!"

It fell about the Martinmas,
When nights are lang and mirk,
The carline wife's three sons cam' hame,
And their hats were o' the birk.

If neither grew in shye nor ditch
Nor yet in any small shugh;
But at the gates o' Paradise
That birk grew fair eneugh.

"Blow up the fire, my maidens!
Bring water from the well!
For a' my house shall feast this night,
Since my three sons are well."

And she has made to them a bed,
She's made it large and wide;
And she's ta'en her mantle round about,
Sat down at the bedside.

Up then crew the red, red cock,
And up and crew the gray;
The eldest to the youngest said,
"'Tis time we were away.

"The cock doth craw, the day doth daw,
The channerin' worm doth chide;
Gin we be miss'd out o' our place,
A sair pain we maun bide."

"Lie still, lie still but a little wee while,
Lie still but if we may;
Gin my mother should miss us when she wakes,
She'll go mad ere it be the day.

"Our mother has nae mair but us;
See where she leans asleep;
The mantle that was on herself,
She has happ'd it round our feet."

O it's they have ta'en up their mother's mantle,
And they've hung it on a pin;
"O lang may ye hing, my mother's mantle,
Ere ye hap us again!

"Fare ye weel, my mother dear!
Fareweel to barn and byre!
And fare ye weel, the bonny lass
That kindles my mother's fire!"

A LYKE-WAKE DIRGE

This ae nighte, this ae nighte,
--_Every nighte and alle,_
Fire and sleet and candle-lighte,
_And Christe receive thy saule._

When thou from hence away art passed,
--_Every nighte and alle,_
To Whinny-muir thou com'st at last;
_And Christe receive thy saule._

If ever thou gavest hosen and shoon,
--_Every nighte and alle,_
Sit thee down and put them on;
_And Christe receive thy saule._

If hosen and shoon thou ne'er gav'st nane,
--_Every nighte and alle,_
The whins sall prick thee to the bare bane;
_And Christe receive thy saule._

From Whinny-muir when thou mayst pass,
--_Every nighte and alle,_
To Brig o' Dread thou com'st at last;
_And Christe receive thy saule._

From Brig o' Dread when thou may'st pass,
--_Every nighte and alle,_
To Purgatory Fire thou com'st at last;
_And Christe receive thy saule._

If ever thou gavest meat or drink,
--_Every nighte and alle,_
The fire sall never make thee shrink;
_And Christe receive thy saule._

If meat or drink thou never gav'st nane,
--_Every nighte and alle,_
The fire will burn thee to the bare bane;
_And Christe receive thy saule._

This ae nighte, this ae nighte,
--_Every nighte and alle,_
Fire and sleet and candle-lighte,
_And Christe receive thy saule._

THE END

INDEX

After Death, 141 All-Saints' Eve, 3 All-Souls, 3 All-Souls' Night, 9 All-Souls' Night, 16 Allen, Elizabeth Akers, 128 Allingham, William, 4 Arnold, Sir Edwin, 169 At Home, 143

Bacon, Josephine Daskam, 25 Ballad of Douglas Bridge, 43 Ballad of Hallowe'en, 7 Ballad of Judas Iscariot, The, 205 Ballad of the Buried Sword, 39 Banshee, The, 183 Barham, Richard Harris, 80, 87 Beleaguered City, The, 122 Betrayal, 151 Blockhouse on the Hill, The, 49 Blue Closet, The, 163 Branch, Anna Hempstead, 29 Buchanan, Robert, 192, 205 Byron, May, 74

Cape Horn Gospel, 79 Carlin, Francis, 42, 43 Cawein, Madison, 135 Chesson, Nora Hopper, xiv Child, The, 28 Child Alone, The, 27 Clerk Saunders, 224 Cone, Helen Gray, 49 Cortissoz, Ellen M.H., 14

Dave Lilly, 112 Dead Coach, The, 175 Dead Mother, 192 Deid Folks' Ferry, 176 De la Mare, Walter, 49, 119, 131, 155 Dobell, Sydney, 178 Drake's Drum, 41 Dream, A, 4 Driscoll, Louise, 132

Easter, Marguerite Elizabeth, 33 Eaton, Arthur Wentworth Hamilton, 63 Eve of St. John, The, 212

Far-Away Country, The, xiv Fair Margaret's Misfortunes, 220 Featherstone's Doom, 73 Fetch, The, 179 Fireflies, 132 Flying Dutchman, The, 61 Flying Dutchman of Tappan Zee, 68 Fog Wraiths, 76 Folk of the Air, The, 199 Forgotten Soul, The, 8 Freneau, Philip, 44

Garrison, Theodosia, 6, 7, 24, 28, 137, 187 Ghost, The, 107 Ghost, The, 155 Ghosts, 135 Ghosts of the Argonne, 56 Ghost's Petition, The, 166 Gillington, Alice E., 185 Grey Ghost, The, 42 Guiterman, Arthur, 68, 111

Hallows' E'en, 13 Harte, Bret, 124 Haunted, 130 Haunted, 134 Haunted, 144 Haunted, 153 Haunted Houses, 120 Hawker, Robert Stephen, 73, 188 He and She, 169 Highwayman, The, 157 Hood, Thomas, 84, 103, 107, 109 Housman, A.E., 152 Howells, Mildred, 76 Humphreys, Louisa, 16

Indian Burying Ground, The, 44 Ingelow, Jean, 149 Ingoldsby Penance, 87 Irving, Minna, 143

Janet's Tryst, 10

Keith of Ravelston, 178 Kendall, May, 126 Kilmer, Aline, 151 Kilmer, Joyce, 70, 112, 114 Kingsley, Charles, 65 Kipling, Rudyard, 40

Lake of the Dismal Swamp, The, 66 Legend, A, 126 Legend of Hamilton Tighe, 80 Leland, Charles Godfrey, 61 Letts, Winifred M., 13 Listeners, 119 Little Dead Child, The, 25 Little Ghost, The, 22 Little Ghost, The, 133 Little Green Orchard, The, 131 Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth, 61, 120, 122, 189 Looking-glass, The, 40 Lowell, Amy, 130 Luke Havergal, 156 Lyke-Wake Dirge, A, 231

Macdonald, George, 10 Marquis, Don, 144 Martin, 114 Mary Shepherdess, 21 Mary's Ghost, 109 Masefield, John, 79 Mawgan of Melhuach, 188 Midnight Visitor, A, 128 Millay, Edna St. Vincent, 133 Mitchell, Ruth Comfort, 57 Moore, Thomas, 66 Morris, William, 163 Mother's Ghost, The, 189 My Laddie's Hounds, 33

Neighbors, The, 6 Newbolt, Henry, 41 Newport Romance, A, 124 Night at Gettysburg, 51 November Eleventh, 57 Noyes, Alfred, 157

Old House, The, 35 On Kingston Bridge, 14 One Out-of-doors, 149 Open Door, The, 32

Passer-by, 141 Phantom Light of the Baie des Chaleurs, The, 63 Phantom Ship, The, 61 Piatt, Sarah, 149 Pickthall, Marjorie L.C., 21 Pompey's Ghost, 103 Priest's Brother, The, 203

Quiller-Couch, Arthur T., 154

Ramsay, A. Margaret, 201 Reconciliation, The, 201 Reese, Lizette Woodworth, 3 Return, The, 143 Rhys, Ernest, 39 Rice, Grantland, 56 Riders, The, 52 Robinson, Edwin Arlington, 156 Room's Width, 144 Rossetti, Christina, 141, 142, 166

Sailing Beyond Seas, 149 Sands of Dee, The, 65 Schauffler, Robert Haven, 53 Scott, Sir Walter, 212 Sea Ghosts, 74 Seitz, Don C., 51 Seven Whistlers, 185 Shorter, Dora Sigerson, 9, 179, 183, 203 Song of Soldiers, The, 49 Stuart, G.B., 153 Such Are the Souls in Purgatory, 29 Superstitious Ghost, The, 111 Supper Superstition, 84 Sweet William's Ghost, 222

Thomas, Edith M., 141 Three Ghosts, The, 137 True Lover, The, 152 Two Brothers, 24 Tynan, Katherine, 3, 22, 35, 52, 175

Untermeyer, Louis, 134

Victor, The, 187

Ward, Elizabeth Stuart Phelps, 144 Watson, Rosamund Marriott, 27, 32, 176 White Comrade, The, 53 White Ships and the Red, 70 White Moth, The, 154 Widdemer, Margaret, 8 Wife of Usher's Well, The, 229

Yeats, William Butler, 199

Transcriber's Notes:

Page 88: changed Sine to Since. Page 192: changed Thy to They. The unusual spacing in "The Ingoldsby Penance" has been preserved from the original.