"
They sunk again into the covert, the outlaw muttering sullenly at the
interruption which had come between him and his purposes. The music
touched him not, for he betrayed no consciousness; when, after a few
brief preliminary notes on the instrument, the musician breathed forth
the little ballad which follows:--
LUCY'S SONG.
I.
"I met thy glance of scorn,
And then my anguish slept,
But, when the crowd was gone,
I turned away and wept.
II.
"I could not bear the frown
Of one who thus could move,
And feel that all my fault,
Was only too much love.
III.
"I ask not if thy heart
Hath aught for mine in store,
Yet, let me love thee still,
If thou canst yield no more.
IV.
"Let me unchidden gaze,
Still, on the heaven I see,
Though all its happy rays
Be still denied to me."
A broken line of the lay, murmured at intervals for a few minutes after
the entire piece was concluded, as it were in soliloquy, indicated the
sad spirit of the minstrel.
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