CANTO THIRD.

At Waltham Abbey, o'er King Harold's grave

A requiem was chanted; for last night

A passing spirit shook the battlements,

And the pale monk, at midnight, as he watched

The lamp, beheld it tremble; whilst the shrines

Shook, as the deep foundations of the fane

Were moved. Oh! pray for Harold's soul! he cried.

And now, at matin bell, the monks were met,

And slowly pacing round the grave, they sang: