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: