by William Blake (1757 - 1827)
The bell struck one and shook the silent...
Language: English
The bell struck one and shook the silent tower The graves give up their dead: fair Eleanor Walk'd by the castle-gate, and looked in: A hollow groan ran thro' the dreary vaults. She shriek'd aloud, and sunk upon the steps, On the cold stone her pale cheek. Sickly smells Of death, issue as from a sepulchre, And all is silent but the sighing vaults. Chill death withdraws his hand, and she revives; Amazed she finds herself upon her feet, And, like a ghost, thro' narrow passages Walking, feeling the cold walls with her hands. Fancy returns, and now she thinks of bones And grinning skulls, and corruptible death Wrapt in his shroud; and now fancies she hears Deep sighs, and sees pale sickly ghosts gliding. At length, no fancy, but reality Distracts her. A rushing sound, and the feet Of one that fled, approaches. -- Ellen stood, Like a dumb statue, froze to stone with fear. The wretch approaches, crying, "The deed is done; "Take this, and send it by whom thou wilt send; "It is my life -- send it to Eleanor -- "He's dead, and howling after me for blood! "Take this," he cried; and thrust into her arms A wet napkin, wrapt about; then rush'd Past, howling: she received into her arms Pale death, and follow'd on the wings of fear. They pass'd swift thro' the outer gate; the wretch, Howling, leap'd o'er the wall into the moat, Stifling in mud. Fair Ellen pass'd the bridge, And heard a gloomy voice cry, "Is it done ?" As the deer wounded Ellen flew over The pathless plain as the arrows that fly By night; destruction flies, and strikes in darkness. She fled from fear, till at her house arrived. Her maids await her on her bed she falls, That bed of joy where erst her lord hath press'd: "Ah, woman's fear!" she cried, "Ah, cursed duke! "Ah, my dear lord! ah, wretched Eleanor! "My lord was like a flower upon the brows "Of lusty May! Ah, life as frail as flower! "O ghastly death! withdraw thy cruel hand, "Seek'st thou that flower to deck thy horrid temples? "My lord was like a star in highest heaven "Drawn down to earth by spells and wickedness; "My lord was like the opening eyes of day, "When western winds creep softly o'er the flowers. "But he is darken'd; like the summer's noon "Clouded; fall'n like the stately tree, cut down; "The breath of heaven dwelt among his leaves. "O Eleanor, weak woman, fill'd with woe!" Thus having spoke, she raised up her head, And saw the bloody napkin by her side, Which in her arms she brought; and now, tenfold More terrified, saw it unfold itself. Her eyes were fix'd; the bloody cloth unfolds, Disclosing to her sight the murder'd head Of her dear lord, all ghastly pale, clotted With gory blood it groan'd, and thus it spake: "O Eleanor, behold thy husband's head "Who, sleeping on the stones of yonder tower, "Was 'reft of life by the accursed duke! "A hired villain turn'd my sleep to death! "O Eleanor, beware the cursed duke, "O give not him thy hand, now I am dead; "He seeks thy love who, coward, in the night, "Hired a villain to bereave my life." She sat with dead cold limbs, stiffen'd to stone She took the gory head up in her arms; She kiss'd the pale lips; she had no tears to shed ; She hugg'd it to her breast, and groan'd her last.
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Authorship:
- by William Blake (1757 - 1827), "Fair Eleanor" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Ole Carsten Green (b. 1922), "Fair Eleanor, a Ballad", op. 32 (1974), first performed 1975. [2 soli, mixed chorus, and orchestra] [text not verified]
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This text was added to the website: 2010-04-15
Line count: 72
Word count: 586