CHRISTABEL. 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock, IS And the owls have awaken'd the crowing cock; Tu-whit! -Tu-whoo! And hark, again! the crowing cock, How drowsily it crew. Sir Leoline, the Baron rich, Hath a toothless mastiff bitch; From her kennel beneath the rock She makes answer to the clock, Four for the quarters, and twelve for the hour; Some say, she sees my lady's shroud. Is the night chilly and dark? The moon is behind, and at the full; 'Tis a month before the month of May, The lovely lady, Christabel, Whom her father loves so well, |