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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508068" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lord William</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">No eye beheld when William plunged<br>Young Edmund in the stream,<br>No human ear but William's heard<br>Young Edmund's drowning scream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Submissive all the vassals own'd<br>The murderer for their Lord,<br>And he, the rightful heir, possessed<br>The house of Erlingford.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The ancient house of Erlingford<br>Stood midst a fair domain,<br>And Severn's ample waters near<br>Roll'd through the fertile plain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And often the way-faring man<br>Would love to linger there,<br>Forgetful of his onward road<br>To gaze on scenes so fair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But never could Lord William dare<br>To gaze on Severn's stream;<br>In every wind that swept its waves<br>He heard young Edmund scream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In vain at midnight's silent hour<br>Sleep closed the murderer's eyes,<br>In every dream the murderer saw<br>Young Edmund's form arise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In vain by restless conscience driven<br>Lord William left his home,<br>Far from the scenes that saw his guilt,<br>In pilgrimage to roam.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To other climes the pilgrim fled,<br>But could not fly despair,<br>He sought his home again, but peace<br>Was still a stranger there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each hour was tedious long, yet swift<br>The months appear'd to roll;<br>And now the day return'd that shook<br>With terror William's soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A day that William never felt<br>Return without dismay,<br>For well had conscience kalendered<br>Young Edmund's dying day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A fearful day was that! the rains<br>Fell fast, with tempest roar,<br>And the swoln tide of Severn spread<br>Far on the level shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In vain Lord William sought the feast<br>In vain he quaff'd the bowl,<br>And strove with noisy mirth to drown<br>The anguish of his soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tempest as its sudden swell<br>In gusty howlings came,<br>With cold and death-like feelings seem'd<br>To thrill his shuddering frame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Reluctant now, as night came on,<br>His lonely couch he prest,<br>And wearied out, he sunk to sleep,<br>To sleep, but not to rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beside that couch his brother's form<br>Lord Edmund seem'd to stand,<br>Such and so pale as when in death<br>He grasp'd his brother's hand;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such and so pale his face as when<br>With faint and faltering tongue,<br>To William's care, a dying charge<br>He left his orphan son.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I bade thee with a father's love<br>My orphan Edmund guard--<br>Well William hast thou kept thy charge!<br>Now take thy due reward.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He started up, each limb convuls'd<br>With agonizing fear,<br>He only heard the storm of night--<br>'Twas music to his ear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When lo! the voice of loud alarm<br>His inmost soul appals,<br>What ho! Lord William rise in haste!<br>The water saps thy walls!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He rose in haste, beneath the walls<br>He saw the flood appear,<br>It hemm'd him round, 'twas midnight now,<br>No human aid was near.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He heard the shout of joy, for now<br>A boat approach'd the wall,<br>And eager to the welcome aid<br>They crowd for safety all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My boat is small, the boatman cried,<br>This dangerous haste forbear!<br>Wait other aid, this little bark<br>But one from hence can bear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord William leap'd into the boat,<br>Haste--haste to yonder shore!<br>And ample wealth shall well reward,<br>Ply swift and strong the oar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The boatman plied the oar, the boat<br>Went light along the stream,<br>Sudden Lord William heard a cry<br>Like Edmund's drowning scream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The boatman paus'd, methought I heard<br>A child's distressful cry!<br>'Twas but the howling wind of night<br>Lord William made reply.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Haste haste--ply swift and strong the oar!<br>Haste haste across the stream!<br>Again Lord William heard a cry<br>Like Edmund's drowning scream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I heard a child's distressful scream<br>The boatman cried again.<br>Nay hasten on--the night is dark--<br>And we should search in vain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh God! Lord William dost thou know<br>How dreadful 'tis to die?<br>And can'st thou without pity hear<br>A child's expiring cry?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How horrible it is to sink<br>Beneath the chilly stream,<br>To stretch the powerless arms in vain,<br>In vain for help to scream?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The shriek again was heard. It came<br>More deep, more piercing loud,<br>That instant o'er the flood the moon<br>Shone through a broken cloud.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And near them they beheld a child,<br>Upon a crag he stood,<br>A little crag, and all around<br>Was spread the rising flood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The boatman plied the oar, the boat<br>Approach'd his resting place,<br>The moon-beam shone upon the child<br>And show'd how pale his face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now reach thine hand! the boatman cried<br>Lord William reach and save!<br>The child stretch'd forth his little hands<br>To grasp the hand he gave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then William shriek'd; the hand he touch'd<br>Was cold and damp and dead!<br>He felt young Edmund in his arms<br>A heavier weight than lead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The boat sunk down, the murderer sunk<br>Beneath the avenging stream;<br>He rose, he scream'd, no human ear<br>Heard William's drowning scream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Southey">Robert Southey</a><div class=q>
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Young Edmund in the stream,
No human ear but William's heard
Young Edmund's drowning scream.

Submissive all the vassals own'd
The murderer for their Lord,
And he, the rightful heir, possessed
The house of Erling..."></div>
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