THE KING OF DENMARK'S RIDE.

Lyttelton Times, Volume VII, Issue 500, 19 August 1857, Page 3

THE KING OF DENMARK'S RIDE.

(From the Danish. — By the Hon. Mrs. Norton.)

Word was brought to the Danish King

(Hurry!) That the love of his heart lay suffering, And pined for the comfort his voice would bring; (Oh! ride as though you were flying !\ Better he loves each golden curl On the brow of that Scandinavian girl Than his rich crown jewels of rub> and pearl; And his Rose of the Isles is dying!

Thirty nobles saddled with speed;

(Hurry!) Each one mounting a gallant steed. Which he kept for battle and days of need ;

{Oh! ride as though you were fly by!) Spurs were stack in the foaming flunk— Worn-out chargers staggered and sank, — Bridles were slackened, and girths were burst,— But ride as they would, the King rode first, For his Roue of the Isles lay dying!

His noblas are beaten, one by one,

{Hurry!) They have fainted, and faltered, and homeward gone; His little fair page now follows alone,

For strength and for courage trying! The King looked back at that faithful child, Wan was the face that answering smiled; They passed the drawbridge with clattering din ; Then he dropped; and only the King rode in Where his Rose of the Isles lay dying!

The-King hlew a blast on his bugle horn;

(Silence!) .No answer came; but faint and forlorn An echo returned on the cold grey morn,

Like the breath of a spirit sighing. The castle poital stood grimly wide ; None welcomed the King from that weary ride, For dead, in the light of the dawning day, The pale sweet form of the welcomer lay, Who had yearned for his voice while dying.

The panting steed, with a drooping crest, Stood weary! The King returned from her chamber of rest, The thick sobs choking in his breast, And, that dumb companion eyeing,— The tears gushed forth which he strove to check, He bowed his head on his charger's neck, — " Oh, Steed, —that every nerve didst strain, Dear Steed, our- ride hath been in vain To the halls where my love lay dying!" — Frazer's Magazine.